In but a moment.
Both forces clearly sensed that as they consumed each other, the Primordial Spirit within the Sea of Consciousness was instead growing further.
Though there had been no communication whatsoever, in the next instant, the two forces seemed to have made an agreement. Each retreated, each occupying a vast region of the Sea of Consciousness, yet remaining as distinctly separated as the Jing and Wei Rivers.
Then, both forces turned at the same time and charged straight at Su Shi'er's Primordial Spirit.
Clearly, both forces had realized where the crux of the problem lay.
Within this Sea of Consciousness, Su Shi'er's Primordial Spirit was plainly the strongest party.
If the two sides continued fighting, they would only make Su Shi'er's Primordial Spirit even stronger.
In the end, neither side would be able to shake Su Shi'er's Primordial Spirit in the slightest.
And that would be the end of the road for them both!
The two forces churned through the Sea of Consciousness, sweeping forth like spilled ink.
"Alas..."
Su Shi'er's Primordial Spirit sighed inwardly. He was not surprised by this development.
But with the worst-case scenario now unfolding, it also meant he would have to shoulder an even greater risk.
Fortunately, he had anticipated this beforehand, so he did not panic too badly.
With a shift of thought, immense spiritual sense surged out from his Primordial Spirit like crashing tides.
It appeared to be resisting the impact of the two forces, but in truth, he was allowing them to devour his spiritual sense and grow even stronger.
The feeling was anything but pleasant. The pain that pierced deep into his bones and soul made even his body within the daoist temple tremble violently without cease.
Yet Su Shi'er seemed utterly unaware of it. Enduring the agony, he