Living for Myself

At this moment, the energy source had fallen below 1%.

The Taiqing Staff Artifact Spirit sensed the meager energy remaining within itself, like a human from three hundred years ago seeing their phone battery drop below 1%, and felt overwhelming sorrow.

The worst part was that there was nowhere to recharge. The moment the power ran out would feel like being abandoned by the world.

The artifact spirit within the Taiqing Staff was the same. Once its energy was completely depleted, its consciousness would not dissipate, but it would no longer be able to control the Taiqing Staff.

It would feel as if it had been locked inside an inescapable prison.

It would have to stay there for a very, very long time...

By then, even its consciousness would be unable to extend beyond the staff itself. It would be completely imprisoned.

At that moment, the Taiqing Staff wanted to die.

Though it knew it was an artifact spirit, it had its own thoughts, judgments, and emotions.

If it truly had to remain inside the staff for endless ages, it would be absolute torture.

Facing the dead silence that was about to arrive, the Taiqing Staff Artifact Spirit was terrified and wept soundlessly.

Meanwhile, Doctor Sea burst into laughter outside.

His earlier frustration vanished completely. He found the scene genuinely amusing.

Space Rifts were not something one encountered easily. The Netherworld was immensely vast, and even Space Rifts created during battle had an extremely low chance of appearing before one's eyes. Many beings who had lived tens of thousands of years had never encountered one even once.

Not only had he encountered one this time, but he had also watched this staff get struck by the energy on the other side of the Space Rift three times in a row.