In silence, Grey sat down and pondered. Eventually, when the moon was out and high in the sky. Grey opened his eyes. His eyes were clear, but the silhouette of a dark phantom could be seen in the depths of his eyes.
In the end, Grey was not afraid. From the very beginning, cultivating always had risks. Grey had to suffer and go through a lot before he arrived at where he was right now.
He had to go through a lot of life changing experiences and even several life-and-death situations.
All this made him into the person that he was now. And not even a strange and bizarre art could stop him from progressing. Especially seeing how effective it was in opening spirit perforations.
However, Grey felt that he could not cultivate the Soul Severing Dao any time soon. Right now, his sea of consciousness was in disarray and his fragile soul was trembling.
Grey was worried that if he tried to severe his soul again, it would fall apart. Then, he would truly die.
