Half a day later...
Cheng Buzheng sat cross-legged on the Cloud Bed, the golden divine figure in his pupils slowly fading away.
A trace of weariness surfaced in his eyes.
Clearly, after half a day of deductions...
he had derived tens of millions of models, leaving Cheng Buzheng's mind and spirit deeply exhausted.
At this moment, Cheng Buzheng's mental strength was on the verge of depletion and could no longer support further derivations.
With no other choice, he temporarily halted the Dharma derivation.
Then, Cheng Buzheng took out a Spirit Pill that nourished the mind and swallowed it!
He closed his eyes, focused his mind, and meditated!
Then he began to sit in meditation and regulate his breath.
And so, roughly seven days passed.
Only then had Cheng Buzheng recovered more than half of his mental strength.
Immediately afterward, he dared not delay, once more using the profound ability of the [Master of Dharma Derivation] to continue deriving the sealing spell.
Even less time now remained for Solitary Cold True Lord.
Yet Cheng Buzheng was not overly worried.
After all, he now possessed many soul-type Spirit Medicines.
They were enough to restore all his mental strength within a breath.
But those Spirit Medicines were reserved for comprehending laws in the future, so unless driven to the very brink...
Cheng Buzheng did not wish to use them.
For this very reason!
Cheng Buzheng would rather spend a little more time recovering and cultivating on his own than consume those soul-type Spirit Medicines.
Of course, if the deadline arrived, he would not be stingy.
Which was more important, which less?
Cheng Buzheng knew that perfectly well.
Meanwhile, the depths of Cheng Buzheng's eyes, as he sat cross-legged on the Cloud Bed, once again revealed a golden divine figure.
As the wheel of