Fu Yang's expression gradually shifted from confusion to surprise, then became somewhat fearful.
Slowly, his body began to tremble slightly, and his expression showed a hint of pain.
The body, sitting cross-legged, began to spontaneously emit dense waves of spiritual power, with a struggle evident in his brows.
Within the grass hut surrounding his body, some bamboo stools and desks were affected by the spiritual power emanating from him, shaking violently and slowly floating into the air.
The spiritual power fluctuations on Fu Yang's body became increasingly intense, with faint traces of cold, black Qi wandering around him.
"Open!"
"Break open quickly!"
Fu Yang, trembling violently, screamed in his heart, wanting to break free from the strange force trapping his divine spirit.
