Chen Ping’s soul shook violently, the purple light flickering wildly. Instinctively, he wanted to scream and wail, trying to break free from his restraints.
But the Soul Refining Array locked down all soul sounds and all channels for consciousness leakage, forcing him to grit his teeth tightly.
Enduring the boundless pain, unwilling to show even the slightest sign of weakness or beg, relying on an unyielding pride to endure through hardship.
Inside the secret chamber, flames blazed and formations roared; no one knew the ultimate torment within his soul.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
The souls of ordinary True Immortal cultivators had already completely dissolved under such intense soul-refining fire, transforming into pure origin soul liquid, about to condense into pearls.
Yet Chen Ping’s purple soul still firmly formed the humanoid outline. Although the purple light gradually dimmed and withered, it remained steadfast. It stood firm as before, showing no signs of collapse or collapse, its resilience beyond normal.
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