After two months inside the soul core, Kai Syaoran had successfully developed a basic framework for his body cultivation technique. Drawing inspiration from the White Wolf Might technique of the white wolf, he had crafted a method that filled him with satisfaction and confidence. The potential of this technique seemed boundless.
Kai Syaoran opened his eyes, his face illuminated by a smile of triumph. This newly cultivated technique promised to eliminate his weaknesses—at least, the more obvious ones.
Meanwhile, the strange man was nearing the end of his existence. Cracks had spread across his form, his soul teetering on the brink of disintegration. Over the past few weeks, he had spent his time screaming endlessly. Though a soul lacks lungs, his cries were no less chilling.
