Time passed second by second. About half an hour later, Nan Fusheng slowly opened his tightly shut eyes.
The moment his eyes opened, a strange gleam flashed through them, as though they contained endless mysteries and profound power.
"Why did it take so long to digest this time?" The moment she saw Nan Fusheng open his eyes, Sirin's irrepressible curiosity was ignited, and she immediately asked.
At the same time, her lively eyes discreetly swept back and forth over Nan Fusheng, trying to detect even the slightest difference and discover exactly what changes had occurred during his advancement.
Nan Fusheng smiled. "Don't worry. Nothing went wrong. I was merely controlling the surge in my Spiritual Power."
Every Potion advancement placed a certain amount of pressure on its consumer, putting them at risk of losing control and going berserk. That was why sufficient Anchors were needed to stabilize one's humanity.
Yet none of that posed the slightest problem for Nan Fusheng.
First of all, the Potion he had consumed was extraordinarily pure, almost entirely free of the contamination left behind by any previous users. While granting him immense power, such a pure Potion also greatly reduced the instability of the advancement process.
Second was the powerful support of his Anchors. Nan Fusheng's Doppelgangers—Lu Fa, Shenwei, Aponia, and the others—had long since made illustrious names for themselves throughout the outside world.
In a deeper sense, every earth-shattering deed they had accomplished in their respective fields was a solid Anchor for Nan Fusheng in this world.
Aponia's Heavenly Enlightenment Church, which she had vigorously spread across the Dou Ling Continent, was especially like a powerful faith-gathering machine, continuously collecting immense amounts of faith for Nan Fusheng.
At present, the God Realm had already been ruthlessly swept away by the raging spatial-temporal turbulence. Under