The only option now was to find a way to temper my spiritual sense, stripping away the impurities and the aura of the remnant soul within it.
The Quenching God Art, the finale treasure obtained at the Black Market Auction in the East Sea Archipelago, might well be the key to this endeavor.
This cultivation art could only be successfully cultivated by starting from the Qi Refining Stage and climbing one step at a time. But in my current body, my dantian was sealed, and most of my meridians could not even be sensed. Only a faint trace of true yuan could be stirred.
Compared with possessing another body and cultivating anew, this state was virtually no different.
Even if it failed, even if it meant injuring my Sea of Consciousness and suffering backlash, I still had to cultivate it. Otherwise, dragging this out for so long was no solution. Besides, if my consciousness could not return for too long, changes were bound to arise in my body.
For a time, all manner of thoughts rapidly intertwined and flashed through Su Shi'er's mind.
He did not deliberate for long before his thoughts sank, and he swiftly made his decision.
Quickly recalling the circulation method of the Quenching God Art, Su Shi'er calmed his mind and soon entered a state of spiritual clarity, empty of self and all things, forgetting both object and self.
Within his Sea of Consciousness, dense spiritual sense resembled mist, still at times and violently churning at others.
Affected by the changes in his spiritual sense, the Sea of Consciousness space nearly collapsed several times. Yet after each stabilization, it became broader and more stable.
Su Shi'er remained completely unaware of this series of changes.
Time continued to flow.
Outside.
A thick layer of dust had long