Compressing Spiritual Power, Zhang Lexuan's Memories

"You knew I was going to appear?"

A gentle voice, calm as water, came from the phantom man's mouth.

"Of course. The mastermind behind it all, the prodigy of ten thousand years ago, the founder of the Tang Sect, the great God King Tang San."

Bai Fan calmly recited Tang San's titles, as though everything were under his control.

The phantom Tang San merely watched Bai Fan quietly. At that moment, he began to take Bai Fan seriously.

After finishing his last sentence, Bai Fan said no more. Under Tang San's gaze, he sat down cross-legged.

The Evil Cold Demon Flame began circulating on its own. Under the flames' scorching, the toughness of Bai Fan's entire dantian steadily increased.

A third eye suddenly appeared on his forehead as his spiritual power compressed within the Eye of Destiny.

Bai Fan clenched his teeth. "Tang God King, you'd better stay focused! You wouldn't want me to die by accident right now, would you?"

A trace of shock finally appeared on the phantom Tang San's composed face.

He had finally understood Bai Fan's intentions. Bai Fan had seized on the fact that he did not want him dead and was now recklessly courting death.

Sure enough, Bai Fan's body was burst apart by the immense energy.

Tang San gathered Bai Fan's scattered energy together, reviving Bai Fan in his entirety.

This cycle repeated over and over, and the Evil Cold Demon Flame expanded Bai Fan's dantian severalfold.

At the same time, as Bai Fan continuously compressed his spiritual power, which was nearly at the level of Divine Sense, a white particle the size of a soybean was born within his Eye of Destiny.

Perhaps sensing that he had reached his limit and could no longer refine his body further, Bai Fan stopped his