Yun Che felt as though his soul had been torn apart and reassembled countless times, his consciousness teetering on the brink of collapse.
He did not know how much time had passed. When the last soul thread connecting him to the mask was severed, the Seven Sins Masks mark that had troubled him for so long turned into a gray-black streak of light at his brow. An invisible force extending from the ball of light slowly drew it out, leaving it hovering in midair and struggling faintly.
"It worked..." Yun Che took a deep breath. That had truly been unpleasant!
He looked at the Gluttony Mask in his hand. He could no longer feel its bond with his soul, but all of its abilities remained intact. That was an unexpected surprise.
Originally, he had already planned to give up the Gluttony Mask and forge another Ancestor Level mask. After all, he had the Mask Source Core, a rare divine material. As long as he gathered enough divine materials, obtaining another Ancestor Level mask would not be a problem.
"Here. This is the Mask Emperor Heart extracted from the Gluttony Mask. Honestly, I never expected you to pass the trial, nor did I expect a mask successfully separated from a soul to be able to detach itself from the Mask Emperor Heart." Light flashed around the Tower Spirit, and it spat out a crystal.
Yun Che reached out and took the heart-shaped mass of black-and-red glass. It was cold to the touch, yet faintly pulsed with power, as though he were holding not an inanimate object but a sleeping heart.
"Boy, are you sure you want that little girl to experience the same agony of separation you just endured? I think you had better think this through. Her mental strength is