The so-called Psionic Power sensitivity could be understood as the "activity" of Psionic Power itself.
With the same amount of Psionic Power, the more energy it could unleash, the more active it was—and the higher its sensitivity.
"The world's Psionic Power sensitivity has fallen by one-thousandth... It's tiny, but it's a good start!" Lying in bed, Pan Long silently did the math. "Four days for one-thousandth. At that rate, completely severing the planet's Psionic Power resonance with the universe would take four thousand days. Almost eleven years... Impossible. I don't have that kind of time."
"But this was only an experiment. Next time, the real work begins!"
He slept well, ate his fill, then left the city for a deep gorge in the snowy mountains.
The gorge was pitch-black. An ordinary person without a light could barely see a hand in front of their face, much less take a step.
Pan Long descended above the frozen river at the bottom of the gorge. After only a short wait, a dark figure appeared before him.
"Thanks for coming all this way," he said with a smile. "But you're the only one in the world who can do this job."
"For this world, and for myself. It's no trouble." A shrill, grating voice came from the figure, as unpleasant as a cat scratching glass. "Shall I release the turbid qi I've gathered?"
"Yes."
A rumble rose from underground. Moments later, the frozen river's flow abruptly stopped, and a black torrent gushed out, carrying a powerful, fishy stench.
Pan Long swept his hand out. The Mountain and Sea Map unfurled to its fullest, taking in every last drop of the dense Earthly Baleful Force.
This was no ordinary Earthly Baleful Force like the kind he had found before. It came from the darkest,