As his life force steadily drained away, Huo Hai felt death drawing ever closer. Yet the closer death came, the calmer his heart became. At the same time, Huo Hai's phantom was nearly covered in grayish-white deathly stillness.
He had never expected that after coming to this world, his life would be so brief, like a shooting star that vanished in an instant. Perhaps on the Heavenly Spirit Continent, no one thought there was anything about him worth remembering. Though the Ink Lotus Domain was large, it was still only a tiny place. Compared to the entire Heavenly Spirit Continent, it was far, far too small.
No one knew how much time had passed. Without Huo Hai noticing at all, his soul gradually began to tremble. Huo Hai could no longer even feel the tremors of his own soul, which showed just how dire his state had become.
But in the next moment, the transparent light hidden within his soul suddenly erupted. It had not worked when the Imperius Curse had struck earlier, yet now it abruptly burst forth. Even Huo Hai himself had no idea what had happened.
Light flickered, instantly enveloping Huo Hai. His body, which had been continuously aging, suddenly stopped aging. Had Huo Hai still been conscious, he would surely have felt the strength in his body gradually returning. His aged body and Spirit Veins slowly regained their vitality as well. The life force that had drained away was constantly flowing back, an utterly bizarre sight.
Yet Huo Hai had already entered an extremely strange state. Though his eyes were open, they were vacant and clearly unfocused. His entire body and mind were empty and ethereal—no thoughts, no notions, no self, no things.
When the light in Huo Hai's soul erupted, the phantom in the cavern