"Damn it, this is a sign of losing oneself!"
Xu Yang's mind surged, struggling fiercely like a fish thrown into a shallow stream.
Stepping into the spiritual river could greatly strengthen one's spiritual mark and help comprehend spiritual intent.
But if the strength is lacking, one will become lost within it.
By the time Xu Yang realized this, he had already fortified the defenses of his spirit platform.
Yet as he gazed around, the boundless, vast spirit river filled with nothing but dazzling spirit light surged again with a terrifying, suffocating oppression, striking deep into his soul—even the power of Jade Lotus couldn't shield him.
As if drowning, struggling desperately.
"Calm down!"
Xu Yang growled low, intent on forcibly steadying himself.
But the more he did so, the more terrifying the oppressive power became; everywhere seemed to turn into horrifying whirlpools, spawning endless tearing forces that bound him tightly, inescapable.
