The depletion of vital energy requires a long period of seclusion to compensate, and considering the consumption of lifespan, basically, all who had utilized it had met with death and the destruction of their Dao.
The mana that had once been at the very pinnacle of the Golden Core stage broke through some barrier in an instant, and Zhou Yi felt as if he were light as a feather, like a flying immortal. The mana in his Dantian was as deep as the abyss, as vast as the sea, seemingly capable of destroying heaven and earth with a mere wave of his hand.
Such mystical and powerful sensations left his spiritual soul in a state of ecstasy and uncertainty!
"Nascent Soul? No, it's not quite right, it can only be considered as a False Daoist Lord, possessing mana without the corresponding realm!"
Zhou Yi silently recited a spell for purifying the mind, quickly awakening from his delusions, infusing the Light Dividing Sword with mana.
