The moment the sharp scalpel took form, it sent alarms of danger to Davis's mind, making him unable to move the scalpel towards his soul essence. His soul sea reverberated, instinctively warning him of the enormous threat!
"..."
Davis grit his teeth. He tried to move the scalpel again but it was to no avail.
He then relaxed his posture as he rather felt exasperated.
Meddling with Soul Essence is perhaps the worst kind of decision he could ever take in his current state. Unlike Blood Essence which can be condensed by sacrificing vitality and condensing blood, Soul Essences weren't something that a cultivator can sacrifice just because they wanted to do so.
One must possess a relevant yet gentle technique or go full Sparta and sever it from one's Soul Sea. Davis was precisely trying the latter since he had no techniques to divide his Soul Essence gently.
