Snap!
Another nearly inaudible crisp sound.
The spiritual matter dissipated once again, falling into Ji Jue's hands. His palms had begun to tremble, his breathing severe due to the excessive use of strength and the effort to maintain stability after holding his breath for too long.
This time, he was a bit more successful than before, just a bit; he touched it, and then, he crushed the spirituality he had shaped himself.
After three, four, five, and six attempts, the best he could manage was to barely sense that he had grasped this fragile spirit.
Then, that glimmer of hope, like a flickering candle in the wind, was completely extinguished with Ji Jue's movements.
"Teacher, is this really doable?"
Ji Jue couldn't help but sigh amidst the intense dizziness and blurred vision.
In the foundational theory of Modern Alchemy, the world is composed of material and spirit.
