To Huangfu Daoist, since the days he was decapitated, it has been an indescribable torment.
Being without a body is already a powerful spiritual oppression, especially when you don't know whether you can survive, or for how long. He has felt being swallowed by sharks, sea turtles, and various strange sea creatures, has been used countless times as a meteor hammer, and even more terrifying, thrown into a storage sack, left there for years.
Under the protection of the lotus treasure, his Divine Sense remained clear constantly, meaning he actually couldn't sleep. Even when Fang Xing tugged him out every time, he only closed his eyes in pain to force himself to meditate, waking up only after two slaps due to lack of comprehension... Had he really been able to sleep, slaps wouldn't wake him.
All these years, he suffered enduring the passage of each moment.
