Shen Qing, as his breath steadily climbed, did not feel much comfort.
Quite the opposite, he felt waves of pain.
At this moment, Shen Qing's breathing grew more rapid, his face contorted as if he were struggling to the death against some invisible force.
He could sense the spiritual power within his body roaring like torrents, surging tumultuously, operating at its peak.
But in the blink of an eye, the capacity of his flesh to absorb spiritual energy had reached its limit.
Yet, the spiritual energy from the outside world continued to pour into his meridians, converging in the mysterious Spirit Sea, showing no signs of stopping.
Shen Qing only felt an intense swelling sensation assaulting him, the rampaging aura as if wanting to tear his soul and his physical body to shreds.
He endured, relentlessly suppressing this impulse, breaking through his own limits.
