In his state of deep meditation, Wang Ping felt his Primordial Spirit Consciousness become stronger than ever before.
The sensation felt both illusory and real. He could clearly perceive his Primordial Spirit Consciousness gazing down upon the entire Zhongzhou Continent. With a single thought, he could annihilate most of its inhabitants.
The immense power was intoxicating, captivating him from the depths of his soul. Yet it was only a fascination with the power itself and did not corrupt his humanity. His current state had summoned his entire consciousness, and his humanity remained rich and complete within it.
Just as he was reveling in this exhilarating power, a consciousness brimming with killing intent invaded. But in the next moment, it fell into a deep slumber. He clearly sensed it was Xiu Yu's Primordial Spirit.
