"Heh heh...do you really think you can succeed?" Just as I was about to enter my body, that wisp of black mist cloaking my flesh suddenly transformed into a wall of black smoke, causing me to crash into it head-on. Thankfully, in my soul state, I didn't get a bump on the head; otherwise, even compared to the God of Longevity, my head would have fared no better.
Damn it, what exactly is this black mist? It can turn into something as solid as a wall in an instant. But thinking about it, it probably only affects the soul like this. If it were my physical body colliding with it, I guess it would just pass right through.
"What do you want?"
"I've told you already, haven't I? I'll make it so your soul can't return to your body. Then you'll have to stay put in the Underworld. I'll refine your body into a Drought Demon. Any sins committed by your body will be counted against you. Hee hee, I'm really looking forward to seeing you suffer in the Eighteen Levels of Hell."
