Rion repeated the same process until he got enough strings to craft a net.
One by one, he sewed them together, but even with all of his carefulness, a few of them broke apart.
He didn't despair over the failure; instead, he pulled more strings of soul energy and continued crafting the net.
The process was turtle-paced.
Sweat was already covering his forehead, and his eyes were closed as he forced all of his attention on the strings that were still floating within the layer of existence of the aura flame.
He still had to pull it out of the flame.
A couple of hours later, after multiple failures, Rion managed to craft the soul energy net, and with his will wrapped around it like a barrier, he pulled it out of the aura flame.
He easily left the realm of existence and returned to the layer of spiritual existence.
He slowly made his way out, but with the net entering the second layer, the strings turned into the whirls of his soul, and the net fell apart.
