What terrified him more was the realization that his very being—his physical body, his Flesh, Bone, Skin, and Membrane, and even his Divine Thought, all cultivated through the Central Yellow Sect's so-called "Central Yellow Myriad Spirits Scripture"—was steadily regressing. In the wake of his shattered faith and betrayal, it was all fading away bit by bit.
If this continued, it wouldn't be long before his entire Cultivation was devoured by some mysterious power, leaving not even a speck behind.
"Master Han, it's right here."
Zhang Qing had no idea that Han Ying's mind was in such turmoil, or that he was wrestling with so many thoughts.
He simply pulled the Jade Talisman from his pocket. It looked unchanged on the outside, but its core was now gone. He swallowed nervously, feeling apprehensive.
Fortunately, Han Ying didn't overthink it. He took the Jade Talisman, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and said decisively:
