Yangxian City.
At the center of the drill ground, atop the enormous stone platform covered in cracks.
"Whew..."
Xu Taiping shook his head hard and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid qi from his chest. Only then did his mind, thrown into chaos by the Pain of Soul Weeping, gradually settle.
Yet his ears still rang incessantly.
His vision was a blur as well.
He could not make out any sounds from outside or see anything that was happening.
Although that strange change in his state of mind earlier had strengthened his divine soul more than tenfold, he was already severely wounded, and even this could not fully offset the drain on his divine soul power from forcibly wielding the Human Sovereign Sword.
Fortunately, after the sword emerged, with the aid of his divine soul, now dozens of times stronger-
Both his divine soul power and his depleted qi and blood were recovering at tremendous speed.
Even the flesh of his body, gravely wounded by the Dragon Clan's Power of Thunder, was recovering at a rate visible to the naked eye, as though the Power of Thunder's obstruction of his circulating energy did not exist.
"Whew..."
After another long exhalation of turbid qi from his chest, Xu Taiping felt his formerly heavy body suddenly grow much lighter. The ringing in his ears diminished, and his vision gradually cleared.
He tried looking toward the Human Sovereign Spear.
He saw that the Human Sovereign Spear was still embedded in the stone platform.
Just then, however, his vision cleared completely.
He finally saw the cracks spreading outward like a spiderweb, with the Human Sovereign Spear at their center.
And a column of gang wind, stirred by the aura of the Human Sovereign Spear, pierced straight through the clouds high in the heavens.
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