Warlock Apprentice-Chapter 1902: Section 1903 Consciousness Separation

"I am willing to sign the contract."

"I am willing to make the Deep Lord my faith for the rest of my life."

"I am willing to offer my soul to the most revered lord, just to gain power..."

Popota sensed the glaring true name imprint in his Mind Space, whispers seemed to echo around him, clauses from when he signed the contract with the Demon God.

These clauses were repeatedly recited, as if reminding Popota that it was time to fulfill his contract.

At this moment, Popota’s thoughts were sad and regretful. The most tragic and erroneous step he took in his brief life was choosing to ally with the Demon God for an unattainable "goal."

If it weren’t for this step, how could he have ended up like this, how could he have met such a fate?

How could he not regret?

But no matter how much he regretted, it was useless, everything had already happened. Even though he desperately wanted to tear up the contract, he had no power to resist against such an ancient and mighty being as the Demon God.

He could only sadly and helplessly wait for that moment when his life would completely wither, and his soul would fall into the Abyss.

While Popota had resigned to waiting for death, outside, Angel looked at Popota, who was almost reduced to a skeleton, and said to Sanders, "His mind has completely retracted, no longer perceiving outwardly. Now, shall we take action?"

Sanders shook his head, "Not until the very last moment. In that instant of his demise is the best time. That way, there won’t be any traces left in his soul, and it can maximally prevent the Demon God from tracking and discovering."

Angel nodded, having come with Sanders this time hoping to get his advice, he naturally wouldn’t go against it.

Another minute passed.

Angel now sensed that the death aura on Popota was growing denser, he could perish at any moment.

Sanders, who hadn’t been paying much attention to Popota before, finally gazed at him as he was about to take his last journey, "At the moment of his death, I will freeze his body. When you see my move, don’t hesitate, immediately guide his Consciousness Spark into the Dream Bridge."

Angel nodded in agreement, the Dream Entering Technique, constructed with Nightmare Illusion, was already prepared, just waiting for the final moment to arrive.

Finally, as a gust of wind and sand swept in, the death aura flowing outward from Popota halted. At the same time, Sanders stretched out his hand, a faint blue ripple of water light appeared in his palm.

Angel, seeing this, understood that the time had come, and without hesitation, he directed the Dream Entering Technique at Popota’s forehead—

At this moment, in Popota’s Land of the Soul, his soul was completely surrounded by thick dark mist.

On the soul soil where his soul used to reside, a multitude of "Solar Eclipse" true name imprints emerged, transforming from 0 to 1, from 1 to infinity. Like shadows and bubbles, they encased Popota’s soul tightly.

Front, back, left, right, up, and down, all were completely surrounded by the Deep Lord’s true name imprints. Only at the top of the soul was a slight gap left, although that gap was also being eroded by the imprints.

Popota had already given up resisting, his Mind Space had completely cracked open, consciousness sunken into the soul, he could clearly sense that behind these true name imprints surrounding the soul lay a power derived from the Demon God.

That supreme Demon God might not be directly watching at the moment, but the divine power retained in the contract continuously reminded him that his soul was about to be taken over by the Demon God.

Controlling his soul, Popota lifted his head, and as the last gap was about to be sealed, he sighed deeply in desperation and helplessness.

After the Mind Space cracked, the Land of the Soul began to tremble, about to enter a phase of collapse.

The collapse of the Land of the Soul also signified one thing... his body was in the countdown to death.

Popota let out a bitter laugh. In the last moment of freedom that remained in mind and consciousness, he wanted to open his mortal eyes once more, to take a last look at the beautiful world...

However, just as Popota was trying hard to open his mortal eyes, a chill suddenly came over him.

The next second, Popota felt himself completely disconnected from his body.

This meant his body was dead.

What puzzled him slightly was why a chill suddenly struck when he was clearly in the desert? Popota couldn’t figure it out, but he didn’t bother thinking about it anymore, maybe it was a normal experience before death. Moreover, he had no more thoughts for those insignificant matters, because, in the Land of the Soul, a vortex-like passage appeared.

This vortex passage was not part of the current world, seemingly opening in another dimension, but Popota could clearly sense its existence.

Furthermore, Popota understood where this passage would lead.

It was bound to lead to the Deep Lord’s soul domain.

At the moment this passage appeared, an overwhelming gravitational force emanated from the mouth of the behemoth-like passage. Popota’s soul, now completely bound by the true name imprints, couldn’t move at all. He could only watch as his soul swiftly approached the passage.

"It’s time to fulfill the contract..." Watching the approaching passage, Popota silently bid farewell to his sister Hua Que in his heart.

As his soul began to plunge into the passage, Popota felt little in his heart, having already feared, all that remained was calm and relief.

However, just as Popota thought he was about to pass through the passage into the Demon God’s domain, a light suddenly sparkled behind him.

Behind was the already shattered Land of the Soul, why was there a flash?

Popota wanted to turn back to see, but it was beyond his control now. He could only let his soul fall into the Abyss.

Just when Popota thought he couldn’t verify the cause of the flash, a strange force suddenly pulled him out from the vortex passage...

Popota was momentarily stunned.

Was he pulled back?

No!

It was not about pulling him out; it separated his consciousness from his soul!

The soul continued to fall, while his consciousness was pulled from the soul and drawn toward the halo behind.

Popota came to this judgment because he was in a peculiar "all-perspective" state; he could see his soul merging with the vortex passage, and that soul expression was dull, void of the vivacity of a real soul. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Because the soul’s consciousness had been extracted and was being drawn away from the vortex.

"What’s happening? Can soul and consciousness separate?" Popota wondered, already near the forbidden zone of true name imprints.

Countless "Solar Eclipse" imprints wrapped the soul, dragging it toward the passage. But now, his consciousness was separated from the soul, naturally approaching these true name imprints.

Popota sensed the true name imprints around him, intuitively enlightened: touching these would definitely lead to something bad.

Having lost most of his cognitive ability, some innate crisis warning urged him to continuously compress his consciousness until it became a tiny fragment of light.

After transforming into a light point, while still struggling to escape the block of true name imprints, he remembered there was a gap not yet completely sealed.

Popota didn’t bother considering what would happen after escaping the true name imprint area, directly drilling toward that gap...

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