Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1593

Chapter 1593: Chapter 819: Who Are You, Really? (2)

The Evil Cultivator youth sneered, and his fingertips pierced black qi fiercely into Gu Sheng’s forehead!

A chilly soul power, with a strong sense of invasion, drilled into Gu Sheng’s Sea of Consciousness!

The Evil Cultivator youth’s soul consciousness instantly entered a vast, infinite, chaotic, and misty space! This was Gu Sheng’s Sea of Consciousness!

"Hmm?"

The virtual shadow of the Evil Cultivator youth’s soul condensed, floating in the Sea of Consciousness, with a look of doubt and suspicion in his eyes.

This Sea of Consciousness... is too vast and deep! Far beyond that of an ordinary Martial Artist in the Heavenly Martial Realm! Even larger than his own Early Stage of Human King Realm Sea of Consciousness!

He suppressed the unease in his heart and began to search and investigate frantically!

He wanted to find Gu Sheng’s soul origin and read his memories!

No matter how he urged his Soul Power, it was like a mud ox entering the sea!

This chaotic Sea of Consciousness was boundless, and besides the slowly drifting chaotic mist, there was no trace of any soul origin to be found!

It was as if here... was a desolate dead sea!

"What’s going on?!"

An alarm went off in the Evil Cultivator youth’s heart! A strong sense of unease instantly seized him!

He immediately realized something was amiss and wanted to withdraw his Soul Power and exit this Sea of Consciousness!

But just as that thought arose, an invisible, vast, terrifying will descended with a boom!

Like invisible shackles, it instantly firmly imprisoned the soul he had invaded into the Sea of Consciousness!

He felt like he was an insect trapped in amber, unable to move!

"No! Impossible!"

The virtual shadow of the Evil Cultivator youth’s soul let out a terrified screech.

"Your Sea of Consciousness... how is it..."

"Welcome to my Sea of Consciousness."

Gu Sheng’s calm and steady voice boomed in the vast space of the Sea of Consciousness, making the virtual shadow of the Evil Cultivator youth’s soul tremble violently!

"Who... who are you really?!"

The Evil Cultivator youth’s soul struggled madly, trying to break through the imprisonment, but it was like an ant shaking a tree, futile and ineffective!

He was horrified to find that his connection to his body’s external form had been completely severed!

His soul... was imprisoned here!

"Let me out! Otherwise, the people outside will immediately notice something wrong! You and your master will not escape!"

The Evil Cultivator youth threatened, sounding fierce yet faint-hearted.

"Notice something wrong?"

Gu Sheng’s voice carried a cold mockery.

"Do you think they still have a chance to notice?"

Before the words had even fallen, in the Sea of Consciousness, the chaotic mist rolled violently!

An invisible hand, seemingly formed by the whole Sea of Consciousness, carrying a terrifying will that could crush everything, suddenly appeared above the virtual shadow of the Evil Cultivator youth’s soul!

"No—!"

The Evil Cultivator youth let out a desperate scream!

The invisible hand mercilessly grabbed his soul’s virtual shadow like holding an ant!

Schwa—!

An indescribable pain originating from the depths of the soul erupted instantly!

The Evil Cultivator youth felt his soul being torn and squeezed by an irresistible power, as if it would completely shatter and annihilate in the next second!

"Ah—! Spare me! Spare me, senior!"

The ultimate agony and the fear of death instantly destroyed all his pride and malice, leaving only humble pleas for mercy!

The invisible hand did not pause for a moment, instead, it tore even harder!

The virtual shadow of the Evil Cultivator youth’s soul, in the painful wails, visibly dimmed, twisted, and was on the verge of collapse!

Meanwhile, outside.

Gu Sheng sat cross-legged, eyes closed, with a faint strand of black qi flickering at his forehead.

The Evil Cultivator youth in black robes was stiffly standing in front of him, his outstretched finger pointing at Gu Sheng’s forehead, his body motionless, like a statue.

The sneer on his face had long solidified and was replaced by an extremely eerie expression mixed with pain and stupor, his gaze empty and spiritless, as if his soul had left his body.

Gu Yuanyuan stood a few steps away, her face still maintaining an expression of "terror" and "worry," but in the depths of her eyes, there was a calmness.

She nervously watched Gu Sheng and the Evil Cultivator youth, her hands quietly clenched in her sleeves.

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