Forbidden Dragon Blood Flesh, One Too Many in Drawing Legs on a Snake
Darkness, shattering, weightlessness, drifting...
Xu Xiaoshou found it hard to describe how he felt at that moment. He seemed awake, yet seemed still asleep.
The world he "saw" was bizarre and kaleidoscopic, containing everything: squares, circles, diamonds... and all manner of irregular shapes, all faintly glowing yet utterly meaningless.
Amid this chaos, various powers lay scattered around him—Holy Power, Ancestral Source Power, Divine Mind Penetration... intertwining and clashing with one another.
Under the crushing pressure of external forces and the weakness after battle, his sense of self had partly lost its way.
Even though he could feel his consciousness gradually merging into his body, fitting itself to his soul.
The process was too slow, as though a thousand years had already passed! That's right, I'm recovering...
I just fought a Saint Emperor. This time, I drained myself too thoroughly. In the future, I absolutely... can't do this again...
As his consciousness intermittently turned to these thoughts, Xu Xiaoshou finally began to receive fragments of information from the outside world.
Yujing City, Changde Town, Qingyuan Mountain...
All were shattered! The true body and Jinren had connected hearts and minds, but now they seemed to be blocked by some force, no longer communicating so smoothly.
Yet the source of that force was not an enemy, but himself.
I'm still too weak...
Like a small boat that had lost its course, sailing alone upon a vast ocean—the wind came from the left, while the boat drifted right.
After spinning around long enough, even its sense of direction would vanish.
Fortunately, this sea was rather calm. Solitude would eventually end, and Xu Xiaoshou knew he could return.
He was searching for that "lighthouse"! Either someone would use external force to stimulate