"Ah, this pain is killing me..." Who knew how long had passed.
Li Qing suddenly roared.
Countless beads of cold sweat poured from his entire body. At that moment, he seemed drenched from head to toe.
He did not know how many years had gone by, but he had never suffered such agony as he did today, nor had he ever shed so much sweat.
"Huff, huff, huff!"
Breathing heavily, Li Qing felt even his True Soul trembling.
Focusing his mind, he swiftly examined the current state of his True Soul.
Its cosmos-and-starry-sky-like exterior had undergone subtle changes. Of the stars within, eight were the largest, radiating different light and heat as they revolved around the Milky Way.
Inside that starry sky, a figure sat quietly in meditation. It was his own True Soul.
Within the True Soul, at the position corresponding to the brain, was an invisible sphere formed from several threads.
This sphere was imperfect, merely a rudimentary structure. Yet the instant he saw it, Li Qing felt an inexplicable premonition.
Once this mysterious structure took shape, it would become the seed structure of Dao principles he had been anticipating, unleashing unimaginable power.
Every thread made his heart pound with dread, as though it embodied some heavenly principle.
"What the hell have I gestated?"
After exhaling a long breath of stale air and observing carefully for a while, he discovered some problems.
His True Soul was trembling faintly, vaguely showing signs of instability.
He immediately realized that after his True Soul had integrated the nine great innate spells, its foundation had been shaken.
It needed to settle before he could continue. Otherwise, one misstep could cause his True Soul to collapse.
He pondered quietly. As expected, breaking through to the perfected Divine Soul Realm won't be so easy.