A wave of belated fear washed over Wang Ba.
Only now did he realize that, had the Substitute Death Divine Ability not taken effect, he would already have died once, utterly and completely, inside the Yin Spirit Mansion's temple.
It was only that male Azurewater Spirit Turtle that had taken the calamity in his stead.
Perhaps that blow had consumed most of the voice's power, leaving what remained insufficient to destroy Wang Ba's Divine Soul in an instant. Only that had given his Divine Soul a chance to revive.
It also brought Wang Ba, who had been rather pleased with himself after successfully establishing his foundation, back to his senses completely.
The world of cultivators is mysterious and unfathomable. Powerful figures emerge without end; beyond every great person stands another, and beyond every heaven lies another heaven.
No matter when, I must never let success go to my head.
He silently reminded himself.
At the same time, he immediately bound the only two second-tier low-grade male Azurewater Spirit Turtles he had.
The lifespan consumed by the binding had not changed.
With that done,
the restlessness in his heart finally vanished.
After confirming once more that he had overlooked nothing, he took the hourglass, whose sand had run out, and left the Cultivation Chamber.
The moment he pushed open the door, sunlight spilled over him, pleasantly warm.
Just then,
"Hey, you who just came out! Yes, you!"
"You booked two days, and you've gone over! Hurry up and get out! Let the next person in! And don't forget to come pay the triple fine!"
The Cultivation Chamber's caretaker, a balding cultivator, strode over furiously and shouted at Wang Ba.
"Are you talking to me?"
Wang Ba stood at the Cultivation Chamber's entrance, looking puzzled.
"Who else would I..."
But after only