The trembling of their hearts made the arc of their soul's tremor become even greater.
The sensation of that tremble, once transmitted, caused their hearts and minds to be absolutely drawn.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
In an instant, their hearts shattered at the same time, the fragmentation of their heart causing their faces to turn pale.
Their eyes became lost, unable to see the light of the future, their bodies showing signs of breaking apart.
Yet, despite this, the three of them still gritted their teeth desperately, resisting.
Using all their strength to maintain their cultivation, to keep their souls; with their current level of cultivation, as long as their souls remained, even if everything were destroyed, there was still hope for another chance.
However, if the soul dispersed.
Then no matter how strong the cultivation, it would definitely be unable to undo it, for the soul is the essence of life in this world.
As long as the soul disperses, everything will vanish with it.
