The pure soul light, like a sky full of stars, slowly emanated from his body. He stood there as if he had lost his soul, his hands hanging limply.

"He actually erased his own Three Souls voluntarily. Truly a ruthless man, yet also a lovesick fool," Master Qingxu sighed deeply.

In his eyes, Xiao Yifeng was now nothing more than an empty shell, carrying only the Seven Spirits that held his memories.

To make himself believe him, he chose to seize his body, willingly dispersing his own Three Souls, leaving only the Seven Spirits to preserve his memories. Now, he was nothing more than a natural refuge from the summer heat.