Then came the sixth Soul-Turning Pill. A wave of dizziness washed over Moyang's consciousness, and he felt as though his soul were being forcibly extracted, as if his body no longer belonged to him—a sensation remarkably similar to when the Pagoda Spirit took control of his vessel.
This realization startled Moyang, making him even more determined not to lower his guard.
Time slipped quietly by. Sitting cross-legged beneath the Heavenly Dao Sacred Tree, Moyang seemed transformed into a motionless sculpture. Even the aura radiating from his body vanished, leaving him looking like an empty shell devoid of a soul.
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