Originally, only his body had been unable to move; the circulation of magic power within him had been unhindered.
But this time, he had truly run into terrible luck. Once his magic power was battered into utter disarray, it actually began to stop obeying his commands as well.
What was he supposed to do?
Even with Lin Xuan's will as tough as could be, facing such a crisis, his expression turned incomparably ugly.
Things had already slipped completely out of his control.
At this moment, he could do nothing but watch helplessly as this True Spirit Origin surged into his Inner Core.
That feeling was difficult to put into words. Lin Xuan felt as if he were no different from an inflated leather ball; from head to toe, there was not a single place that did not hurt.
The Heart Refining Path of the past was simply not worth mentioning compared with the pain he was enduring now.
Originally, the True Spirit Inner Core had been about the size of a dragon's eye, but in the blink of an eye, it had actually swelled to more than ten times its size.
The different kinds of True Spirit Origin had no time at all to be refined; they mixed together and clashed with one another.
Lin Xuan hurt so badly he wanted to cry, yet he just happened to be unable to do anything.
If not for the last thread of clarity remaining in his spiritual platform, that terrifying pain would almost have made him want to self-detonate his Nascent Souls to seek release.
Of course, that thought only flashed through his mind for an instant. Lin Xuan naturally would not do something so spineless.
It was just that at this moment, as for how the crisis before him could be