"I am willing to sign the contract."
"I am willing to make the Deep Lord my faith for the rest of my life."
"I am willing to offer my soul to the most revered lord, just to gain power..."
Popota sensed the glaring true na imprint in his Mind Space, whispers seed to echo around him, clauses from when he signed the contract with the Demon God.
These clauses were repeatedly recited, as if reminding Popota that it was ti to fulfill his contract.
At this mont, Popota’s thoughts were sad and regretful. The most tragic and erroneous step he took in his brief life was choosing to ally with the Demon God for an unattainable "goal."
If it weren’t for this step, how could he have ended up like this, how could he have t such a fate?
How could he not regret?
But no matter how much he regretted, it was useless, everything had already happened. Even though he desperately wanted to tear up the contract, he had no power to resist against such an ancient and mighty being as the Demon God.
He could only sadly and helplessly wait for that mont when his life would completely wither, and his soul would fall into the Abyss.
While Popota had resigned to waiting for death, outside, Angel looked at Popota, who was almost reduced to a skeleton, and said to Sanders, "His mind has completely retracted, no longer perceiving outwardly. Now, shall we take action?"
Sanders shook his head, "Not until the very last mont. In that instant of his demise is the best ti. That way, there won’t be any traces left in his soul, and it can maximally prevent the Demon God from tracking and discovering."
Angel nodded, having co with Sanders this ti hoping to get his advice, he naturally wouldn’t go against it.
Another minute passed.
Angel now sensed that the death aura on Popota was growing denser, he could perish at any mont.
Sanders, who hadn’t been paying much attention to Popota before, finally gazed at him as he was about to take his last journey, "At the mont of his death, I will freeze his body. When you see my move, don’t hesitate, imdiately guide his Consciousness Spark into the Dream Bridge."
Angel nodded in agreent, the Dream Entering Technique, constructed with Nightmare Illusion, was already prepared, just waiting for the final mont to arrive.
Finally, as a gust of wind and sand swept in, the death aura flowing outward from Popota halted. At the sa ti, Sanders stretched out his hand, a faint blue ripple of water light appeared in his palm.
Angel, seeing this, understood that the ti had co, and without hesitation, he directed the Dream Entering Technique at Popota’s forehead—
At this mont, in Popota’s Land of the Soul, his soul was completely surrounded by thick dark mist.
On the soul soil where his soul used to reside, a multitude of "Solar Eclipse" true na imprints erged, transforming from 0 to 1, from 1 to infinity. Like shadows and bubbles, they encased Popota’s soul tightly.
Front, back, left, right, up, and down, all were completely surrounded by the Deep Lord’s true na imprints. Only at the top of the soul was a slight gap left, although that gap was also being eroded by the imprints.
Popota had already given up resisting, his Mind Space had completely cracked open, consciousness sunken into the soul, he could clearly sense that behind these true na imprints surrounding the soul lay a power derived from the Demon God.
That supre Demon God might not be directly watching at the mont, but the divine power retained in the contract continuously reminded him that his soul was about to be taken over by the Demon God.
Controlling his soul, Popota lifted his head, and as the last gap was about to be sealed, he sighed deeply in desperation and helplessness.
After the Mind Space cracked, the Land of the Soul began to tremble, about to enter a phase of collapse.
The collapse of the Land of the Soul also signified one thing... his body was in the countdown to death.
Popota let out a bitter laugh. In the last mont of freedom that remained in mind and consciousness, he wanted to open his mortal eyes once more, to take a last look at the beautiful world...
However, just as Popota was trying hard to open his mortal eyes, a chill suddenly ca over him.
The next second, Popota felt himself completely disconnected from his body.
This ant his body was dead.
What puzzled him slightly was why a chill suddenly struck when he was clearly in the desert? Popota couldn’t figure it out, but he didn’t bother thinking about it anymore, maybe it was a normal experience before death. Moreover, he had no more thoughts for those insignificant matters, because, in the Land of the Soul, a vortex-like passage appeared.
This vortex passage was not part of the current world, seemingly opening in another dinsion, but Popota could clearly sense its existence.
Furthermore, Popota understood where this passage would lead.
It was bound to lead to the Deep Lord’s soul domain.
At the mont this passage appeared, an overwhelming gravitational force emanated from the mouth of the behemoth-like passage. Popota’s soul, now completely bound by the true na imprints, couldn’t move at all. He could only watch as his soul swiftly approached the passage.
"It’s ti to fulfill the contract..." Watching the approaching passage, Popota silently bid farewell to his sister Hua Que in his heart.
As his soul began to plunge into the passage, Popota felt little in his heart, having already feared, all that remained was calm and relief.
However, just as Popota thought he was about to pass through the passage into the Demon God’s domain, a light suddenly sparkled behind him.
Behind was the already shattered Land of the Soul, why was there a flash?
Popota wanted to turn back to see, but it was beyond his control now. He could only let his soul fall into the Abyss.
Just when Popota thought he couldn’t verify the cause of the flash, a strange force suddenly pulled him out from the vortex passage...
Popota was montarily stunned.
Was he pulled back?
No!
It was not about pulling him out; it separated his consciousness from his soul!
The soul continued to fall, while his consciousness was pulled from the soul and drawn toward the halo behind.
Popota ca to this judgnt because he was in a peculiar "all-perspective" state; he could see his soul rging with the vortex passage, and that soul expression was dull, void of the vivacity of a real soul.
Because the soul’s consciousness had been extracted and was being drawn away from the vortex.
"What’s happening? Can soul and consciousness separate?" Popota wondered, already near the forbidden zone of true na imprints.
Countless "Solar Eclipse" imprints wrapped the soul, dragging it toward the passage. But now, his consciousness was separated from the soul, naturally approaching these true na imprints.
Popota sensed the true na imprints around him, intuitively enlightened: touching these would definitely lead to sothing bad.
Having lost most of his cognitive ability, so innate crisis warning urged him to continuously compress his consciousness until it beca a tiny fragnt of light.
After transforming into a light point, while still struggling to escape the block of true na imprints, he rembered there was a gap not yet completely sealed.
Popota didn’t bother considering what would happen after escaping the true na imprint area, directly drilling toward that gap...
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