"Senior White, I'm going to die." Song Shuhang's Primordial Spirit raised his hand and transmitted his voice.
Back when he still had that iron-headed skull, he had exhausted all his strength and could only drill a tiny dot in the Tribulation Immortal Void. Now, his strongest skull had already been entrusted to the Tribulation Immortal Void Node. If he relied only on his Primordial Spirit body to drill a hole sixty times larger, wouldn't his Primordial Spirit definitely collapse?
As he spoke, his Primordial Spirit suddenly felt as if it had been struck by electricity. Waves of numbness surged through him, painful yet invigorating.
At the same time, intermittent Appraisal Secret Method information once again poured into his mind.
This was the long-lost [Breakpoint Appraisal Mode]. Due to some kind of information interference, the results of the Appraisal Secret Method weren't transmitted all at once. Instead, they came in installments: endure one bout of pain, receive a bit of information; endure another bout of pain, receive another bit of information.
Song Shuhang didn't particularly like this installment-plan pain. He would rather pay all the pain in one go—short pain was better than drawn-out pain.
[Optimization suggestion regarding forcibly opening the Tribulation Immortal Void Node: Perhaps you could try using 'Pseudo-Immortality Mode,' transforming into a drill that breaks through the heavens. You might gain an unexpected harvest?] The follow-up information from the Appraisal Secret Method arrived.
"Huh? That's it?" Song Shuhang's Primordial Spirit transmitted his puzzled voice. In the end, once the painful part of that numbness had faded, only a tingling pleasure remained. And just like that, it was over.
Opposite him.
Young White had his hands clasped behind his back and paced back and forth like a little adult, deep in thought. After a moment, Young White raised his