He woke up the next day.
The Spiritual Power in Gu Ming's Sea of Consciousness had recovered to a satisfactory level.
Recalling the ghost-like presences he had sensed last night, he was still a little curious.
So, he once again conjured a gentle breeze in his mind, stirring the five miniature Old Deng's Health Arrays and sweeping the resulting ripples through his entire body.
As expected, he once again failed to perceive any ghost-like presences.
Perhaps he needed to once again forge that sharp sword of an ultimate thought.
However, condensing such a thought was simply too difficult.
It was an Ultimate Thought originating from the depths of his soul, not something Gu Ming could generate at will.
It required his own emotions to build up to the point of a volcanic eruption to condense into that single thought.
Unfortunately, he didn't have that feeling now.
