Helplessness. Despair.
Cold tears slid down her face.
After an unknown amount of time, Ziyue stopped sobbing and began tidying up her appearance.
Obtaining the status of an official member was a major step forward for Lin Yi.
The collection of Source Power was proceeding in an orderly fashion, and everything was developing in a positive direction.
In a good mood, Lin Yi entered his Inner Field and sparred with the Great Sage.
After Wu Zhiqi had taken over his body once, Lin Yi had improved greatly in both fighting techniques and control over Primordial Power.
Now, as he played against the Great Sage again, he was no longer as awkward as before. With his astonishing talent, he had even begun to gradually keep up with the Great Sage's combat rhythm.
Such progress was certainly rapid, but refining one's combat skills required time and tempering.
Compared to the Great Sage, Lin Yi's moves were rather crude.
In practically every clash, Lin Yi suffered minor losses to varying degrees.
When masters fought, the pace was swift. Small disadvantages piled up quickly and became the foundation of defeat.
Still, being able to reach this point had already earned Lin Yi high praise from the Great Sage.
After obtaining Jörmungandr's Soul Armament, Xi Yue's strength had increased dramatically, and this had been perfectly demonstrated in the previous battle.
However, this was only the beginning.
Having followed Lin Yi for so long, Xi Yue naturally came to think as he did.
Lin Yi believed in relying on oneself for everything.
A Soul Armament was indeed a means of increasing one's strength.
But borrowed power would always remain borrowed power.
After returning from Ante Star, Xi Yue found a secluded place and began exploring her Soul Armament.
Before entering seclusion, Xi Yue had said something.