A boundless world of infinite darkness, absent of the slightest trace of light. Hope was not permitted here, and the endless desire to move without purpose or reason wore upon the soul at its most vital essence. This darkness wasn't alone, accompanied by vivid memories of the most terrifying memory a cultivator could possess, tailored made for them.
Wei Wuyin lost eighty percent of his soul's outer shell in a matter of three minutes, and this affected him drastically. The outer shell of the soul was a living being's existential consciousness. It defined who they were, tethered their memories, emotions, and experiences to the core of the soul, shaping it and creating individuality.
