Chapter 68

Qiao Ranran did not know whether her will counted as strong, but when her Divine Soul had been injured, she had felt so awful she nearly cried.

Besides, even if she had never seen it firsthand, Qiao Ranran had watched a certain movie back in her original world. Anyone who tried slicing their soul would know how it turned out. The handsome young man in that movie had ended up looking like a ghost afterward, and she had already started imagining what strange form this beautiful young man, Pei Ling, might take.

"Qiao Ranran, whatever you're thinking right now, stop." Pei Ling had actually been shouted at by her just now, and it took him a while to recover. Seeing her eyes dart about like that, he knew she was up to no good. He knew how far her imagination could run; if he did not stop her, who knew what elaborate drama she would dream up? "The Soul-Chasing Scripture isn't the same as the Divine Soul being torn apart the way you're imagining. What exactly are you making up in your head?"

Then he heard Qiao Ranran say in an eerie tone, "So the thing in my hand isn't called a soul artifact either, right?"

"It has no name. It's only a puppet made from Heaven-Heart Wood of the Dao. With my current cultivation, I can't carve it in any greater detail, so this is the only shape I can manage." He had caught the fleeting look of distaste on Qiao Ranran's face earlier, and, for once, defended himself: this was not his true level of skill. "As the Divine Soul fuses with the Heaven-Heart Wood of the Dao, this wooden puppet will gradually take on a true human form."

"Fuses? Once the portion of Divine Soul you split