At first, Han Fei felt that he might not be able to figure out how to use the Power of Will for a while.
Who would have expected that it could reveal his Great Dao so easily?
In fact, not only had the bridge come out, but his Dao Seed seemed to have grown a little bit, which Han Fei didn't know if his eyes were deceiving him or what. At this moment, his Dao Seed was about the size of a small green bean.
"The Dao Seed has grown bigger, and the bridge is out. No wonder my mother has to erect a statue of herself no matter where she goes. The Power of Will from billions of people is immeasurable."
At this moment, Han Fei looked at the bridge of mist in front of him. Since it was a bridge, he definitely had to walk it. It was his path and his bridge. If he didn't walk it, who else could?
At this moment, the Power of Will he had saved had been exhausted. What else could Han Fei do except walk it by himself?
