Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
The Golden Core Grand Cultivator spat out more than a dozen spells in succession.
Every one of those spells could only be cultivated in the Golden Core Realm, and all possessed tremendous power.
Yet when those spells landed on the little figures formed from his Golden Core and Purple Mansion, they were as harmless as a gentle breeze and drifting clouds, having no effect at all.
"Why aren't they working?"
"Even if my spells aren't powerful, they should at least stir a ripple!"
"Why haven't they stirred even a single ripple?"
As he pondered, he suddenly felt pain in his heart and brain, and his vision grew hazy.
Only when he came to his senses did he discover:
His Purple Mansion was wielding a fist-sized hammer and pounding his temples, shouting strange things like "Eighty! Eighty!" with every blow.
One hammer blow followed another, beating him until blood ran from all seven orifices and his consciousness blurred.
The creature formed from his Golden Core wielded a spear and stabbed at his heart.
The spear pierced through, chilling his chest straight through the heart and sending his heart flying.
Then he saw his Yang Spirit.
At that moment, his Yang Spirit wore a twisted, excited expression and was cursing him to death.
"None of this is an illusion."
"It's all real."
"That mirror separated my soul and spirit, then gave them self-awareness."
"What a bizarre Magic Treasure."
"Fortune and calamity are hard to predict!"
"I met with calamity, so the others will meet with fortune, won't they?"
At this thought, he looked toward his companions.
Then he saw his companions holding gift boxes, their faces friendly as they chatted and laughed with Wang Quan.
He looked at Wang Quan and saw that Wang Quan had three heads and