Under the stimulation of the Divine Power, the sea of flas that originally filled the entire space all converged together and were continuously compressed, gradually forming a sphere.
It looked like a colorful and magnificent ball.
The flas were no longer flickering shadows; in a high-density state, they seed to beco liquid, slowly flowing over the surface of the colorful ball.
The dim space was like a black curtain covering the sky.
Against the backdrop of the curtain, the colorful ball appeared as the most dazzling star in the starry sky, with flowing light radiating in all directions, srizing and brilliant.
However, behind this brilliance lay a hidden deadly danger.
The temperature of the flas suddenly rose by several levels, making it even more difficult for Ning Fan at the center of the colorful ball to withstand.
Ning Fan, whose physical body had vaporized, at this mont was left with only his soul body.
Ning Fan's soul body generally had two colors... No, it should be said two forms.
One is the Divine General state on the soul level, where the soul body appears golden.
The other is the normal state, where the soul body appears white, which is the color of the soul body for most normal people.
It's just that the intensity of the soul varies, with the depth of white differing.
Ning Fan's soul body, however, was between white and gold.
If it must be described, it would be like a piece of gold embedded in jade or jade embedded in gold.
In the hazy jade-like brilliance, a strand of dazzling golden light interspersed.
Of course, that is at the mont the soul leaves the body.
With the impact of the Elental Attack, Ning Fan's soul body likewise beca colorful.
The divine power of various attributes seed like a stubborn adhesive, firmly sticking to his soul body.
These divine powers of different attributes were desperately disintegrating Ning Fan's soul body, trying to destroy his spirit.
Logically speaking, an intangible, formless soul body should not worry about being burned by fierce flas.
By comparison, these attribute attacks would be more deadly.
But this fire is no ordinary fire.
Under the scorching of the fierce flas, Ning Fan clearly felt as if sothing on his soul body was disappearing.
He didn't know what this was, only felt his soul body becoming lighter, as if shedding so heavy shackle.
At first, Ning Fan thought this was a precursor to his soul's disintegration.
But aside from the boundless pain, his colorful soul body showed no sign of dissipating.
So far, the fact that the soul body could still remain intact made Ning Fan feel very fortunate and at ease.
"If I couldn't perceive the pain, it would be perfect."
Ning Fan is not a greedy person, nor is he afraid of pain.
Just like Guan Gong scraping the poison from his bones, being able to laugh and chat without flinching, Ning Fan could also endure to the sa extent.
But the pain Ning Fan was experiencing now far exceeded the severity of scraping poison from the bones.
Scientists on Earth have already classified pain levels.
The most painful is labor during childbirth.
But this highest-level pain index, compared to Ning Fan, is simply child's play.
It's like a red-hot embroidery needle being inserted into the flesh under the nail.
In addition to the fiery sting, the embroidery needle is also coated with venom or sulfuric acid and other corrosive chemicals that cause the wound to decay.
Now every part of Ning Fan's entire body was subjected to such torture.
Especially after losing his physical body, in soul body state, the pain index was at least ten tis greater than before.
If it weren't for a State of Mind of Great Perfection, Ning Fan wouldn't have held on any longer, and his spirit would have long since crumbled under the extre pain.
At this ti, Ning Fan only felt like a piece of raw iron, undergoing a thousand beatings in the burning flas.
Ning Fan didn't know how long the Forbidden Spell would last and didn't care to concern himself with the issue.
Ning Fan only knew that he couldn't give up, otherwise, once his spirit slackened, it would inevitably lead to his spirit being breached and his soul body would instantly collapse, and he would completely disappear from this world.
From vaporizing his physical body until now, Ning Fan didn't know how much ti had passed.
The Demon Dragon Refining Kill Formation is a divine-level Forbidden Spell that involves the laws of ti and space.
Within the range of the Forbidden Spell, the concept of ti and space had already failed.
He didn't know how much ti had passed; it could be a second or a year.
In the boundless extre pain, ti seed to stretch infinitely, yet also seed to fast forward infinitely.
At this mont, Ning Fan "saw" three points of golden light rising from the sea of fire.
Two dim and one bright, the three points of golden light flew into a triangular formation around Ning Fan's soul body.
"What are these three points of golden light?"
Recalling the place where the golden light arose, Ning Fan wondered, "Could it be Divine Blood and Golden Core?"
Carefully observing the two points of golden light flying side by side under the triangular formation,
Ning Fan's soul body trembled; it was indeed the Golden Core that had been burnt and split into two halves.
"I wonder if this thing can be repaired?"
The doubt flashed through his mind, and Ning Fan knew he was overthinking.
Having lost his physical body, whether the Golden Core existed was not important at all.
Moreover, the Golden Core was not like ordinary things that could be glued together after cracking.
Once damaged, even a tiny bit damages a Golden Core, it's a huge hassle for a Taoist Cultivator, requiring countless years to nurture.
The Golden Core is not irreparable.
But in the case of Ning Fan, where the Golden Core split directly into two halves, it's outright ruined and cannot be nurtured back by any ans.
In such circumstances, for Ning Fan to survive in soul body form is a great luxury.
As for whether he could cultivate again after the Golden Core broke, he never even considered this issue.
Originally, he thought these two halves of the Golden Core had long been burned to ashes in the sea of fire.
But at this mont, their mysterious appearance piqued Ning Fan's curiosity.
"What are they doing?"
After watching for a while, Ning Fan sighed, thinking there would be other transformations.
But since the appearance of the three points of golden light, they just hovered without moving.
"Soon, I'm afraid, they will be burned to nothing by this sea of fire."
At this mont, the uppermost golden light suddenly burst out with dazzling golden light.
This suddenly erging light overshadowed the colorful Elental Divine Power in the sea of fire, turning the place golden and glorious.
In this golden splendor, a golden pillar began to extend vertically downwards from the golden light.
"Not a golden pillar!"
Ning Fan saw clearly; it was a stream of golden liquid, and he could see the movent of the liquid flowing.
"If this point of golden light really is Divine Blood, then this suddenly appearing golden pillar might be Divine Power."
It's not an impossibility.
There are plenty of strange things in Ning Fan's body, like Dragon Ball, Phoenix Essence, and so on, but these things had long been refined by him.
Only the Golden Core and Divine Blood remained as the "extraneous" objects in his body.
I'd say if anything could remain after his body vaporized, it must be these two things.
In Ning Fan's hopeful eyes, the originally thumb-thick golden pillar was continuously thickening as it extended, and moreover...
"It seems to be sketching so patterns?"
Originally seeing that this golden pillar extended straight downwards, Ning Fan thought it would go straight to the bottom.
But after only moving a few centiters, the golden pillar began to split into several strands, moving to the left and right sides.
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