A surge of formidable intent began to grow.
Xu Yang felt as if his consciousness were nourished by a shower of sweet dew, greedily absorbing invisible essence and swelling in strength at a startling pace.
"The transformation of my Primordial Spirit..."
Xu Yang murmured in a daze.
At a certain moment.
He slowly opened his eyes, an invisible tide of soul power sweeping through the room.
Just as it seemed the room would be torn apart, Xu Yang suddenly called out in a low voice, "Condense!"
Crash!
The soul surge instantly froze, causing violent upheaval inside the room, but remained strictly confined within a set area.
Compared to before, the strength had multiplied many times over!
Blurry fragments of memory flashed through his mind, and Xu Yang began to recall them.
He had forcibly maintained an extreme state for more than a day.
