During these days together, he had learned that Bi Fan had a clone outside. Even if this Bi Fan died, he would still have a chance to start over.
He knew better than anyone that with his current strength, cultivation, and condition, he might be able to sense the Spirit Refining Star Tome within a few years, with the old man's help.
But truly making his way out of the Space Storm might take decades—or even hundreds of years—and still prove impossible.
Even if time flowed slowly here, several hundred years would still amount to decades in the outside world.
With such a vast difference in time, many things might have changed dramatically. It seemed even harder than starting his cultivation over from scratch.
Yet even so, Bi Fan had never again considered giving up.
The old man knew he didn't want to disappoint his young disciple, nor let down all the companions who were counting on him.
On the strength of that conviction alone, he had held on for another two months. And he still had a long road ahead.
Bi Fan let his consciousness drift quietly for a while before rallying himself and using the Black Hole Core to draw in Soul Power.
It took a full day and night before he could barely piece his spiritual body back together.
When he looked up, he saw the old man smiling kindly at him. Bi Fan forced the corners of his mouth upward, managing a faint smile in return.
The old man smiled. "Not bad. You can already last a few breaths beneath the heavenly thunder."
Bi Fan lowered his head bitterly. "It's been more than two months, and this is all I've managed. I've truly let you down, senior."
"Hehe, don't say that. With your foundation, what you've