Don't Open It, No Matter What

Cousin was dead?

Hanyu nearly bit his teeth to pieces, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Fuck! Don't do anything reckless!"

The Artifact Spirit was genuinely terrified of Hanyu like this. The last time, when he had thought Mo Xiuwen had been killed by Meng Yun, Hanyu had known that activating his dharma aspect would kill him, yet he had still activated it and fought the other side to the death.

Now that he had witnessed it with his own eyes, heaven knew what Hanyu might do.

But he absolutely could not activate his dharma aspect again.

The Artifact Spirit kept urging him, "That damn bottle is desperately expanding your Sea of Consciousness. Don't activate it again this time, no matter what. You can't. Something will happen—you really will die."

The size of one's Sea of Consciousness determined how long a Divine Ability cultivator could keep fighting. At this point, no one knew how long it would take to exhaust Hanyu's Sea of Consciousness.

Could it be depleted before his physical body collapsed?

Or would he be cremated alive before he even had time to exhaust it?

The Artifact Spirit absolutely believed in the second possibility. After all, his Sea of Consciousness was far too vast now.

"Use your Sea of Consciousness to wear them down. Don't activate your dharma aspect. We'll fight a war of attrition."

Seeing that its urging seemed useless while Hanyu's teeth continued to grind loudly, the Artifact Spirit quickly changed tactics and offered advice.

It wasn't giving him a foolish idea. With the current breadth of his Sea of Consciousness, if he fought a war of attrition, Hanyu could exhaust one group after another of opponents at the same level.

Of course, crossing realms was another matter. With such an unequal disparity in strength, even the