Wang Wei caressed his temple while groaning. His head — no, his very soul — hurt after creating this technique. He has created some techniques beyond his realm or ability before, but none of them were as harsh as this one. Honestly speaking, Wang Wei doesn't think he can create another one because this one alone has used up all the knowledge he has accumulated throughout his life since he started cultivating.
A Soul Healing Pill appeared in his hand, and he swallowed it. Wang Wei expected some kind of relief from the pain, but it was useless. Without many options, he accessed his soul reserve in the Void Illusion Realm to solve the issue, but while this one had some effect, it was too slow.
"Without the third optimization of your soul, creating a Saint Art will have some consequences," Maitreya commented. She waved her hand, and a golden light entered Wang Wei's body, significantly alleviating his discomfort.
"Thanks."
