New Sect Leader; Relaxing Bath

'Is this how I die?'

The goal for any cultivator was eternal life. It was the reason cultivators fight, the reason they spend hours, days, weeks, months or years in a single room without any social interaction. It was the reason some betray their families or friends. It was the reason they killed and plundered.

No cultivator wants to die. That would completely go against their goal of cultivating in the first place, but there are times when one has no choice in the matter. 

Vasari held the centre of his chest, his breath laboured, and sweat dripped down his forehead behind his mask.

He could somehow feel his very soul being extracted from his body by the formation. It was a surreal feeling and difficult to put into words.

Chelsea was faring better than he was since she was already at the peak of the Nebula Realm and nearing a breakthrough into the True Soul Realm, so she was more equipped to handle this formation.