In the blink of an eye, seven days and seven nights passed.
Xia Ping had also endured the bombardment of three thousandfold Death Divine Lightning for seven days and seven nights. He had weathered it head-on, while devouring all three thousandfold Death Divine Lightning and obtaining an incomparably vast amount of origin energy.
At this moment, he sensed that both his soul and his magic power had nearly reached the limit of the Demigod Realm. There was no way to expand them any further.
If he wished to continue expanding, he could only advance to the realm of gods.
Endless Great Dao laws gathered in the depths of his sea of consciousness. As naturally as water flowing into a channel, these Great Dao laws condensed on their own, seemingly about to form a divine spark.
"Am I about to advance?!"
A sharp light flashed in Xia Ping's eyes. He sensed that if he wished, he could immediately grasp the Sovereign divine spark of the Feathered Serpent God, the divine spark of the Hell Golden Crow, or the divine spark of the True Demon God.
All these divine sparks had traces to follow. They could be replicated with ease and without the slightest danger.
But if he did so, it would mean walking another's path, placing enormous limitations on his future.
If he wished to advance to the realm of a Creator God, he still needed to forge his own path. Otherwise, he would forever remain at the Sovereign Realm and never take another step forward.
"What kind of authority do I want to condense?! What kind of divine spark do I want to form?!"
Xia Ping clenched his fists and fell into deep thought, contemplating his own path.
At that moment, inspiration struck him. He recalled the True Explanation of