"What... what is this?" Xiao Hua was plainly stunned by the dark clouds! The dark clouds churned violently, and a feeling of returning to the nest flooded Xiao Hua!
Just as Xiao Hua was about to ponder it further, the trembling atop the black pillar suddenly intensified. The dark clouds were actually torn open by a thin crack, and an incomparable suction force surged from that fissure, drawing Xiao Hua in without so much as a word!
"Ah..." Xiao Hua cried out in terror, but the moment he saw the hazy gray expanse within the dark clouds, his entire mind suddenly sank. An indescribable feeling traveled away along the black pillar, and Xiao Hua's mind returned to his own body!
Utter exhaustion, utter obscurity, utter heaviness, utter... A string of mortal sensations that Xiao Hua had not experienced since he began cultivating came crashing over him all at once. He barely forced his eyelids open a slit, saw Little Yellow lying on his shoulder, and relaxed. Like Little Yellow, he fell into a sweet sleep!
Xiao Hua had fallen asleep, yet changes still slowly unfolded within his mind. The black soul thread that the spirit beast had used to attack Xiao Hua through the Dharma Eye imprint on the Buddha Sarira had been forcibly severed by the instinctive silver attack of the Dharma Eye imprint. Immediately afterward, Little Yellow emerged and slew the spirit beast. Yet that soul thread remained within the Dharma Eye, linking the Dharma Eye to the site of the soul thread's attack. Better still, the soul threads Xiao Hua had cultivated were also drawn out by the spirit beast's soul threads. The two kinds of soul threads now tangled together. They had originally been the same thing; one had lost the control of its soul imprint,