As he watched the starlight scatter everywhere, Yu Ci suddenly understood.
The Zhaoshen Bronze Mirror's power had not become chaotic or changed at all. It still followed its established course, and the suction was merely the natural demand produced when his yin spirit wielded the mirror. But because its rotation was too fast, its demand for soul power had multiplied accordingly, creating the sensation that his yin spirit was about to be torn apart.
Soul power ultimately had its limits; it too required rest and replenishment. Previously, because Yu Ci possessed Innate Qi, the connection between his soul and vital energy far exceeded that of ordinary spirit cultivators. When his soul power was overly depleted, vital energy naturally converted to replenish it, so the effects had not been obvious. But now that his yin spirit had left his body, with no fleshly vessel to rely on and only his soul itself to draw upon, he was naturally spending more than he earned.
"I still need to slow the rotation down!"
Strangely enough, once that thought became clear, the rotation of the external power truly slowed. Whether it was because the lingering force of Jin Huan's impact had faded, or because their auras had been connected for years and the mental link forged through months of refinement had taken effect, he could not tell.
The "deep-sea whirlpool" became gentler, but it did not vanish. It still continued to demand soul power. In the end, as long as Yu Ci remained in the state of using his yin spirit to wield the artifact, his yin spirit would steadily weaken in order to maintain that state. And to break that state...
"Good heavens!"
Yu Ci's yin spirit jolted violently and nearly scattered apart. Fortunately, he steadied himself in time and returned to the