This is the medicinal power—easy to send in, difficult to expel.
"No, my sea of consciousness is sealed. If I let it continue to batter my Divine Soul, something is bound to go wrong."
Since he could neither drive it away nor expel it, what could he do? At this critical juncture, a trace of calmness surfaced in Zhou Chuan—the kind forged from facing death time and time again. This calmness brought him back to the original purpose of absorbing the Spirit-Melting pill.
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