Strain Your Gaze, Yet the End Remains Unseen; the Setting Sun Spans the Sky, Turning All to Rosy Clouds

"Ah."

Chen Ping let out another groan, withdrew his Martial Soul, and looked thoroughly dazed.

Covering his head with his right hand, Chen Ping felt a splitting headache like a hangover and immediately felt a little sick.

But at the same time, Chen Ping could also feel that the precarious fragments of his Sea of Consciousness had now grown back together.

His Sea of Consciousness-no, it should now qualify as a true sea of mental power.

After he finished absorbing the Soul Ring, his Sea of Consciousness had not only essentially recovered, but had also fully begun changing from mist to liquid, condensing into an insignificant little puddle.

This was the true starting point for every expert whose Spiritual Power evolved into a Sea of Consciousness.

A small hollow of water was a puddle; a large one was a pool.

Small and deep made a pond; vast and deep made an abyss.

Broad and shallow made a mere; broad and deep made a lake.

Lake joined to lake made a chain of waters; those waters joined together made a vast wetland.

Only upon reaching the realm where azure waves surged beneath ten thousand miles of cloudless sky, where the wind swept heaven and earth into the same blue, where one could strain one's gaze yet never see the end, and the setting sun spanned the sky, turning all to rosy clouds, could a Sea of Consciousness truly be considered complete.

As he was now, Chen Ping was merely a newcomer who had just formally stepped onto the path of cultivating Spiritual Power, an outsider with half a foot still beyond the threshold. He had a very long road ahead.

"Chen Ping."

Wang Yan hurriedly supported Chen Ping as he tried to get up. "How do you feel? Is anything uncomfortable?"