Once again, it was a night deep and quiet.
Seated for a long time, Luo Chen slowly opened his eyes.
He rubbed his brow, a tired expression on his face.
With the continual replenishment from the soul stone, the main soul was always in a peak state, which theoretically should allow for constant splitting.
Yet upon reaching the Eighth Soul, an extremely difficult sign emerged.
He originally thought to push through, to split the Ninth Soul apart, even if it was weaker, it could be cultivated slowly. But because of this reason, he had been unable to separate the Ninth Soul.
There was even a premonition that once the Ninth Soul was split, something very ominous would happen.
That kind of accident was something he did not wish to see.
"Where is the problem coming from?"
Luo Chen dared not act rashly, he trusted his intuition.
As his realm increased, certain instinctive feelings became more accurate, something a cultivator would not dare to ignore.
