Sizzle sizzle.
The external Thunder Prison lasted only a moment before the bolts of lightning gradually dissipated, leaving behind the devastated mountain peak and the mysterious willow tree that seemed untouched by the might of the heavenly lightning.
However, Qi Chuan's Divine Soul still felt a hint of fatigue.
In this state, although he could barely withstand the next strike of the Illusory Heavenly Dao Thunder, he couldn't maintain the clarity needed for self-creating his Divine Soul Secret Technique amidst such intense pain.
"Let's wait for the next time."
Qi Chuan thought.
He directly exited the contemplation state.
Outside, on the bed, Qi Chuan's eyes remained closed. Although he had exited the contemplation state, he didn't open his eyes immediately.
A gentle flow.
