With his Mind Force converged into a single point, Ye Chen could no longer feel his own existence. It was as if he had truly died—no thoughts flickered, no traces of life stirred. Mind Force was, in truth, the manifestation of the power of wisdom. Without Mind Force, wisdom too would be lost. Thus, converging Mind Force into a single point was an extremely dangerous thing. It was all too easy to turn false death into real death. Once a person no longer possessed intelligence, there was little difference between them and the dead.
In a muddled haze, within a pitch-black world without the slightest glimmer of light, a faint speck of light drifted.
"Who am I?"
"What am I doing?"
Within that faint speck of light, a wisp of thought quietly burst forth.
"Where is this? How strange. Why am I here?"
The thoughts grew increasingly intense, causing the speck of light to become unstable, dimming at times and brightening at others.
"I am Ye Chen!"
Suddenly, a resolute voice rang out. The speck of light erupted, becoming a sun that radiated boundless brilliance.
Boom!
Ye Chen awoke. The light in his eyes had become more condensed than ever before, and his Mind Force had climbed another hundred-foot pole, breaking through its limits to reach the late-stage realm.
However, Ye Chen's hair had not returned to normal. It remained white, pale as snow.
Converging Mind Force into one point before unleashing it was immensely damaging to one's vitality. A Supreme's vitality was not True Essence, but origin itself. Origin was exceedingly difficult to replenish. Under normal circumstances, it would take at least ten thousand years to recover, assuming one used no heavenly treasures and simply recovered gradually on one's own. Of course, with rare heavenly treasures, that time could