Pain—
Hundreds of resentments besiege the body, entanglements of karma, life and death reversed, violating the way of heaven... The layers of black mist are as dense as a solid entity. At this moment, Wang Weixun, or perhaps Ye Shuwen, is now immersed in it, feeling as if his body is burning in flames, the pain akin to being dismembered!
Ye Shuwen tried hard to regain his consciousness.
At this very moment, he knew in his heart that he was Ye Shuwen! He was not the long-deceased Wang Weixun. But seeing Mingjue, why did his heart ache as well?
The decision to sacrifice himself, was it truly from Wang Weixun, or himself?!
At this moment, even he was confused.
The soul's body is so fragile, entangled with sins and karma, that Wang Weixun's spirituality as a Mystic Master is being worn away bit by bit, the spiritual platform becoming oblivious.
As Mingjue constantly tried various extraordinary methods, he was so immersed in it that his mind became muddled.
