His thoughts swirled rapidly as he sensed his own physical condition, sitting quietly cross-legged without any movement.
Ning Zheng knew clearly.
If he stood up now, that uncontrollable power might make him crush the entire Sword Casting Manor with just one step!
It wasn't until three days later again.
That Ning Zheng opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath, tentatively extending one foot slowly, gently stepping on the floor of the room.
Nothing happened, the energy was already fully restrained.
He walked out the door, looking at the sun overhead, the ocean outside the manor's protective shield, the strange schools of fish swimming back and forth.
Starting to ponder the strange events during the breakthrough process.
"Tribulation Core, seems like it can help me ward off disasters? Ward off calamities?"
He pondered, his thoughts flowing,
"But then again, what disaster can weigh more than a hundred billion Tribulation Cores?"
