The Demise of the Soul Separation Cultivator

Xu Yi stood aloft, gazing down at her hands.

With a firm grip, a resounding sonic boom echoed through the air.

“This is the power of the late-stage Astral Projection realm,” she murmured slowly.

The pain coursing through her limbs and body was now disregarded, leaving only the exhilaration of wielding such immense power.

Previously, she dared not confront the old man head-on, for her spiritual energy was insufficient to support the deployment of her sixth-grade formation-breaking technique.

But now, everything had changed.

The spiritual energy within her surged like an unstoppable torrent, surging and tearing through her meridians.

At this moment, she desired nothing more than to unleash all of her spiritual energy.

She suddenly raised her gaze, locking eyes with the old man, and silently uttered, “Now, it’s your turn.”

As she madly extracted her spiritual energy, it flowed into the disciplinary ruler.