Soul Harvest

  A moment before I could even withdraw my divine sense, I heard.

"Idiot! Now you'll just die!" she spoke, and then took off.

Huh, that's not how you should thank someone who saved your life…

While I was desperately drawing my divine sense in case I would pull something even worse than the crap I already called, many ghosts had already arrived at my pod.

One, two, ten, and hundreds, of ghosts, began funneling right into my body. As if I was a sink sucking in all the unwholesome evilness of the world to me.

My current predicament was visible to many cultivators who passed me by, thankful for my 'idiocy' at pulling the aggro of almost every unholy creature in this area.

Cold sweat drenched my body as I was spasming like I was in the middle of a seizure.

My consciousness was pulled into my sea of consciousness were the same fog from outside began manifesting within my sea of consciousness.