At this very moment, the ancient patterns on the cauldron's body—sun, moon, stars, birds, beasts, insects, and fish—lit up one by one. They flickered with a profound and inscrutable light, as if analyzing something.
"AHHH—NO!!"
A bloodcurdling scream echoed through his sea of consciousness. The Profound Origin Daoist Venerable had never imagined that he, a mighty Nascent Soul Realm grand Cultivator, would one day end up in such a state.
This was beyond pain. It was a crushing and devouring force that originated from the very source of his life, making him feel as if his existence was being erased from its very roots.
'He had to escape, to sever the connection between this strand of Divine Sense and his main body!'
'It was better to sacrifice a limb than to have his entire Divine Soul annihilated!'
