The quiet room in the courtyard.
Lin Yuan's soul left his body, a hint of surprise flashed in his heart.
"I didn't expect the Golden Cloud Pill to be effective in cultivating the soul."
At this moment, he felt that the great sun's true essence contained within his soul seemed to have strengthened a bit more.
On the rooftop, Lin Yuan exposed half of his head to the sunlight.
The blazing sun continuously scorched him, his head emitted a large amount of smoke, the martial arts essence seemed to deplete constantly, and even his soul was gradually fading.
Finally, after persisting for the time it takes a stick of incense to burn, Lin Yuan withdrew his soul.
"Huff, huff."
Lin Yuan's face was pale, gasping for air in big gulps, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his face, as if he was about to collapse. It was like enduring a nightmare, feeling like his head had been hammered by someone with an iron hammer several times, throbbing with pain.
