From within the Heavenly Stone, Yang Qing could clearly see his own body standing there, utterly motionless.
He knew full well that his Divine Soul had left his body.
For a cultivator, sending the Divine Soul out of the body could help increase internal energy and greatly strengthen their cultivation.
But he was only an ordinary man. Although his body was much stronger than before, he still had no internal energy.
If someone ignorant of martial arts suddenly had their Divine Soul leave their body, the consequences would be dire if it failed to return safely.
At best, his Divine Soul would be damaged, leaving him a witless fool. At worst, he would die on the spot.
Yet for some reason, Bu Er, Jiang Zhizhou, and the others beside him seemed completely unaware of anything unusual. Yang Qing was now inside the Heavenly Stone, and even if he shouted himself hoarse, he could get no response from them.
After a spell of panic, Yang Qing forced himself to calm down.
His heart had still fallen into turmoil.
Things had already reached this point. Other than accepting it, there was no second path he could take.
With that thought, Yang Qing gradually settled down. He even sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.
Once he had become completely calm, Yang Qing discovered to his astonishment that the golden characters swimming around him like little fish were all surging toward him.
Then, one by one, trailing long golden tails, they plunged into his mind.
Although these characters were merely clusters of golden light, so many struck his mind that his forehead began to ache.
But once the pain passed, Yang Qing discovered in astonishment that he could actually understand the characters that had entered his mind.
There were many characters, all jumbled together,