Time passed bit by bit...

Sitting on the ancient altar that was surrounded by eight flame dragon skeletons, Nie Tian picked up spirit jades from time to time to absorb their copious spiritual power.

The merging of the two vortexes of spiritual power caused splitting pain in his head and the transformation of his psychic power.

His psychic power quietly gathered and became a cluster of white mist, along with his memories and knowledge of all sorts of power and incantations.

This cluster of white mist kept releasing his unique soul aura.

Violent soul fluctuations burned his mind like boiling lava, making him dizzy.

Like steel, wisps of psychic power were being hammered a thousand times over before being refined into soul power.

The transformation of his psychic power was also causing changes to his memories, which were mixing and brooding in the cluster of white mist.

As tiny dark spots...