Deep within his sea of consciousness, the vast ocean of Spiritual Power was once as boundless as a Star Sea.
Now, it was almost completely dry, leaving only a shallow layer, like a candle about to burn out.
The light of his Primordial Spirit Avatar had also dimmed considerably, emanating waves of exhaustion.
However, at this critical juncture, just as his Spiritual Power was on the verge of complete depletion, under that extreme pressure and concentration—
RUMBLE!
Li Wen's tightly shut eyes snapped open. It was as if a billion bolts of lightning had just exploded within them.
Every deduction, every attempt, every impasse—it all clicked into place at this very moment.
A brand-new, incomparably tyrannical Blade Intent erupted from him, soaring toward the heavens.
"Thunder Prison! Forged!"
