Wang Chen suddenly opened his eyes.
Within the dim White Colt Tower, lightning sparked through the void in an instant, and an unfathomable aura silently rippled outward!
"Panel?"
The moment Wang Chen broke free from the space of consciousness, he summoned the Cultivation Panel.
Yet he received no response.
The incomparably familiar system interface did not appear. It seemed to have fallen into eternal silence; no matter how Wang Chen called for it, it could no longer be activated.
Wang Chen's heart sank into gloom.
Ever since he had transmigrated into the immortal realm, the Cultivation Panel had silently accompanied Wang Chen's growth, allowing him to rise from a lowly Qi Refining cultivator with poor aptitude into the Spirit Transformation powerhouse he was today.
In Wang Chen's heart, the Cultivation Panel was more important than any treasure.
Whether it was the Primordial Dao Stele, the Heavenly Net to Punish Evil, the Life-Giving Creation Cauldron, or his natal Flying Sword...
None of them could replace it!
And now, he had lost this cheat.
In truth, the Cultivation Panel was not merely a cheat. It was also Wang Chen's last remaining bond with his Previous Life!
Yet there had been no other way. Without the Cultivation Panel's final eruption, Wang Chen would not only have been refined by Treasure Daoist until his consciousness and Divine Soul were annihilated—even his physical shell would have fallen under another's control.
Treasure Daoist's realm had been far too high.
And it was precisely the Panel's sacrifice that had bought Wang Chen the most important, most crucial victory of his journey along the Dao!
Yet Wang Chen felt not the slightest joy at defeating a formidable enemy. His sense of loss was beyond words.
Wang Chen closed his eyes again and drew a deep breath.
What had