Worm of Time's Abilities

As time ticked by, about half an hour passed before Nan Fusheng slowly opened his tightly shut eyes.

The moment his eyes opened, a strange glimmer flashed through them, as though they contained endless mysteries and profound power.

"Why did it take so long to digest this time?" The moment she saw Nan Fusheng open his eyes, Sirin's irrepressible curiosity was instantly ignited, and she impatiently asked the question.

At the same time, her lively eyes discreetly swept back and forth over Nan Fusheng, trying to catch even the slightest difference and discover exactly what changes had occurred during his advancement.

Nan Fusheng smiled. "Don't worry. Nothing went wrong. I was just controlling the surge in spiritual power."

Every advancement of a Potion brought a certain amount of pressure to the drinker, putting them at risk of losing control and going berserk. That was why sufficient Anchors were needed to stabilize one's humanity.

But none of that was a problem for Nan Fusheng.

First, the Potion he had consumed was incomparably pure, almost entirely free of contamination from any previous user. While granting him great power, such a pure Potion greatly reduced the instability of the advancement process.

Second was the powerful support of his Anchors. Nan Fusheng's Clones, such as Lufa, Kamui, and Aponia, had long since made resounding names for themselves in the vast world outside.

In a deeper sense, every earth-shattering deed they had accomplished in their respective fields served as a solid Anchor for Nan Fusheng in this world.

Aponia's Apocalypse Cult, in particular, which she had vigorously spread throughout the Dou Ling Continent, was like a powerful faith collector, continuously gathering a vast amount of faith for Nan Fusheng.

At present, the God Realm had already been ruthlessly swept away by the raging spacetime turbulence.