Han Yu's body slowly rose into the air.
He did not control it.
The suction force from the Eight Emotions Lotus pulled him upward toward the rift. The closer he moved the faster the souls entered him. His body settled into a cross legged position by itself.
The absorption accelerated.
Han Yu did not resist.
Since fortune had arrived… He would use it.
His body began glowing as Soul light spread around him. It grew brighter and brighter until Madam Cold Fang could barely see him anymore. The entire area looked like a small star had descended.
Minutes passed.
The souls continued pouring.
Within Han Yu's Soul Space the massive sea of Soul Qi surged violently. The Soul Qi he had spent fighting the Eternal Smiling Ancestor was restored instantly.
Then it continued rising.
More.
And more.
And more.
Profit.
Pure profit.
Han Yu slowly lost awareness of the outside world.
His breathing slowed.
His thoughts quieted.
Without realizing it… He entered a trance.
