The instant the pain flared between Wang Ping's brows, his connection to the puppet was severed. Then, a grayish-white powder seeped from the pores of his skin; his internal Spirit Veins were in revolt.
Fortunately, under the suppression of the Divine Technique Formation and with Yu Lian's Primordial Spirit acting as a Guardian, the rampaging Spirit Veins were pacified in a mere instant. Wang Ping weakly looked up at the golden halo flowing from the Fantasy Divine Country. He subconsciously tried to recall what he had just encountered, but he couldn't remember a thing.
It was as if he had encountered nothing at all.
"How are you?"
Yu Lian's voice echoed in his Spirit Sea.
Wang Ping struggled to his feet and said, "I'm fine. Most of the consciousness I had attached to the puppet was destroyed, so my mind took quite a blow. I should recover in ten to fifteen days."
Yu Lian was greatly relieved to hear that. After a pause, she continued, "What did this attempt feel like?"
