"Hmm? You're awake?" Zhou Bai joyfully looked at Christina in the sea of consciousness, "I thought you'd sleep for a long time, Tina."
Christina blinked and collapsed back onto the scratching board, weakly saying, "I'm so exhausted. I probably won't be able to transform for the next month or two."
Zhou Bai smiled lightly, "Take a good rest, and watch me perform in the meantime."
After venting the three strongest and most chaotic powers of Taoist arts within him, Zhou Bai's eyes became increasingly clear, and the operation of his Primordial Spirit was much smoother. He could even suppress the power of more than two hundred other martial arts Taoist arts in his body to slowly absorb them.
But he thought to himself: 'After all, these Taoist arts are not ones I cultivated myself. Instead of slowly absorbing the results of others, it would be faster if I cultivated them myself.'
