The Primordial Spirit had always possessed the ability to travel ten thousand miles in an instant. With a single thought, it could flee a thousand miles away. So theoretically speaking, the upper limit of the "extreme speed" the Primordial Spirit could withstand should have been very high.
But at this moment, Song Shuhang's Primordial Spirit had genuinely reached the limit of the speed it could endure. The tremendous pressure made his Primordial Spirit feel as though it were about to shatter.
More importantly, he could not find the "seat belt" Young White had mentioned earlier—in a drag race without a seat belt, there was absolutely no sense of security.
[Where's the seat belt? Senior White, where's the seat belt~] Song Shuhang's Primordial Spirit began to tremble, and this reaction was perfectly transmitted back to his physical body.
Song Shuhang's physical body, pinned in a "cross" position atop the towering ancient tree, began steadily shaking both legs at a frequency of 25 hertz.
"Senior Song looks like he's about to break down," Black-Skinned Soft Feather said.
Pavilion Master Chu's tuft of hair bobbed slightly in agreement. "The temperature of his head suddenly rose by around twenty degrees. It looks like his divine sense is going through something very stimulating."
"I feel like he's trying to hold in his pee because he needs to use the toilet," Stele Fellow Daoist said.
Upon hearing this, Creation Fairy tilted her head and gazed at Song Shuhang's trembling legs, her face filled with thought.
"To project his divine sense into the 'Tribulation Immortal Void' at the Eighth-Grade Realm, and even have the chance to entrust his Primordial Spirit to the void... As expected of Sage White." Pavilion Master Chu's tuft of hair sighed. She recalled the bitterness of her own advancement back then, then thought