Mental Force Shattered and Reformed

The storm tore through the jungle-like Spirit Crystals like an executioner, leaving webs of cracks behind.

Li Ziran savored the changes in his Spirit World, a flicker of delight surfacing in his eyes. These cracks had begun appearing after he took the Soul Plasma. By now, they were densely packed, as if the Spirit Crystals would shatter at the slightest touch.

Yet this shattering process had continued for an entire day. Looking down at the Soul Plasma bottle, now nearly empty, he shook his head inwardly.

Every dose stirred up a whirlwind in his Spirit World. The whirlwind transformed into mental force and bored into the Spirit Crystals, causing them to fracture.

Li Ziran had never witnessed such a strange phenomenon. These suddenly descending whirlwinds were like a band of robbers who had barged in without permission, kneading his Spirit Crystals however they pleased.

The pain was enough to drive him to despair.

But after despair came utter bliss.

He had never known why he experienced such extraordinary sensations, but every time he finished taking Soul Plasma, he felt a peculiar sense of fullness.

Li Ziran lowered his head and dipped out another drop. Though he had prepared himself mentally, the sudden current still made him stiffen, after which his entire skull seemed to turn utterly clear.

His entire Spirit World was kneaded from beginning to end once more.

"Whew... Comfortable..."

The feeling was like smoking ten cigarettes at once, his soul nearly floating out of his body to tumble through the air.

He dared say that this was more addictive than any delicacy or any woman. Unfortunately, his Spirit Crystals remained the same. Apart from a few more cracks, there was still no sign of shattering.

Relishing that refreshing sensation, Li Ziran lowered his head to look at the