Sword Circle
Surging primordial qi flooded his limbs and bones, as if he possessed inexhaustible strength, yet Yu Ci felt not the slightest joy.
The Life and Death Talisman's efficiency in converting external spiritual qi grew ever higher. Though its rate of increase had become less obvious lately, the rhythm at which it fed him primordial qi remained frighteningly steady. Such an unbroken stream, accumulating bit by bit, had already reached a considerable total. When he had forced his strength out underground, it had been somewhat better—there had always been heavy losses to maintain the balance between inside and out. But now, that "balance" was clearly being broken, placing an immense burden on him.
Along the way, Yu Ci had even felt that his body was swelling. His bones, tendons, and flesh were being soaked in massive amounts of primordial qi, trembling violently in movements too slight for the naked eye to perceive. Even so, the Life and Death Talisman showed no sign of ceasing its conversion.
Earlier, Yu Ci had been thinking about "unceasing life," but now he would rather it "cease" for once. Yet then again, he was unwilling to control the Life and Death Talisman and halt this conversion process. Up to this point, the talisman's evolution had unfolded naturally, brimming with spirituality. Even a fool knew how rare such an opportunity was.
The best course would naturally be to find some secluded place and study it carefully, but where could he find the time now?
Yu Ci shook his head. It seemed he could only give the Xiguang Sword a shake, turn himself into sword mist, and ride the sword away—using a short-range method as though it were for long-distance travel, forcing himself to squander some energy and ease the pressure difference within and without.
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