Han Li's brows furrowed slightly at his current predicament, but he immediately closed his eyes to calm himself.0

Moments later, his eyes sprang open again as he murmured to himself, "One's body is nothing more than a bunch of individual parts assembled by the threads of fate. It bears no true significance or cause for attachment."1

The surrounding scene cumbled once again, returning him to the black space, but before he had a chance to rest, a new illusion appeared.1

The illusions came one after another, with every single one presenting a stern trial.1

Thanks to his immense willpower and the insights that he had recently gleaned, he was able to sever one attachment after another, and even though his mental fortitude was being bolstered with each trial that he overcame, he had also become exhausted to the extreme, to the point that his vision was beginning to blur around the edges.0

After vanquishing one more illusion, Han Li found himself back in the black space, and at this point, he was so exhausted that he was on the verge of falling unconscious.0

Right at this moment, the self corpse soul's voice suddenly rang out. 0

"There are countless attachments that one...0