```
Before Shen Qing could rejoice for long, a heavy sense of weakness and dizziness quietly enveloped his Primordial Spirit, causing him to panic and feel a sense of foreboding in his heart.
The dangers of the Primordial Spirit suddenly leaving the body were far beyond imagination.
At this moment, he only felt his Primordial Spirit like a feather, drifting aimlessly in the endless void, free yet helpless.
Any carelessness might lead to becoming completely lost in the boundless illusion.
Whoosh...
Suddenly, a breeze seeped through the cracks in the walls and windows of the abandoned temple.
Even though it was a warm day, Shen Qing felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, chilled to the bone.
The intense cold penetrated every fiber and inch of his body, freezing him so much that he shivered uncontrollably.
This coldness was even worse than when he, as a hunter, went out in a soaked, worn-out coat; it was enough to freeze him to death.
