This change was like a firmly locked door that had suddenly cracked open a sliver.
Had it been earlier, when Li Chengyi's understanding of the shadow was not as strong, he would have felt nothing.
But now, having researched the entrance for so long and having discovered numerous patterns in the use of shadows, he instantly saw a glimmer of opportunity.
Sitting in the office chair, he lifted his hand and pointed.
Immediately, a series of the Swords of Wisdom shot into the crevice. These swords were condensed from Consciousness Power, able to expand or contract at will, entirely subject to Li Chengyi's decision, and the limits of his observation were the limits to the thickness of the Swords of Wisdom.
The consecutive Swords of Wisdom turned into a thread of silk, rushing into the crevice and on the other side of the dark space, coalescing into a vague and transparent human form.
'It's not bad to enter with the Primordial Spirit, even though the true body cannot.'
