In his sea of consciousness, it felt like countless sharp blades were stirring, and every time he operated the Spirit Platform Cyan Clarity Skill, it was as if he was walking on the tip of a knife.
This excruciating pain had persisted for seven whole days; even with his resilient nature, he was nearly at his limit.
"Could it be... there's a crucial issue with the Spirit Platform Cyan Clarity Skill, that Hua Yan didn't tell me?"
Xu Ping's eyes were bloodshot, and a hint of malevolence flashed through his heart.
During these seven days, he tried every possible method and attempted various adjustments, yet the pain in his sea of consciousness was unbearably intense.
Let alone successfully cultivating this Secret Technique, at this rate, even his sea of consciousness might not withstand, constantly on the verge of collapsing.
