Medusa gazed at the origin at the center of Xiao Fan's consciousness space, then swept a faint ripple of consciousness toward it.
"M-Medusa?"
Xiao Fan's consciousness was already growing hazy. Every time he split his soul origin, he had to endure excruciating pain. If his earlier soul tempering had not given him a little resistance, he probably would have died from the pain by now.
This was no joke. Many cultivators who specialized in the soul, as well as some alchemists, had been driven mad while tempering their souls, unable to withstand pain that words could not describe. There were also plenty who had died from it.
There were even some whose consciousness had been obliterated outright by the pain.
So Xiao Fan was already somewhat delirious, but sensing Medusa's presence brought him back to his senses a little.
"Why are you here...?"
Xiao Fan sent out a ripple of consciousness. He had never expected Medusa to enter his consciousness space. After all, entering someone else's consciousness space meant placing oneself under their control. Worse still, if her soul picked up his aura, her body might reject it. This was extremely dangerous.
"Hmph!" Medusa gave a soft snort, a hint of displeasure in her voice. "That little one forced me to come..."
"Heh..."
Xiao Fan had never imagined that a passing whim back then would lead to a moment when he had to rely on Shasha.
"How are you doing now?"
"I won't die." Xiao Fan caught his breath slightly, still maintaining the force pulling at his soul origin. After all, it could restore itself. If he withdrew that force, the split he had struggled so hard to begin would likely close, rendering all his efforts futile.
Medusa surveyed Xiao Fan's chaotic soul space and frowned. "How can I help