To refine and smelt the Chaos Bead, the price Lin Feng paid was enormous. The Chaos Bead was like a bottomless abyss, frantically devouring his magical power and spiritual power, every last shred ruthlessly sucked into its depths.
Throughout this long and arduous smelting process, Lin Feng's face gradually lost all color, turning as pale as winter frost. His eyes, once bright as stars, were now dull and devoid of light, revealing a profound exhaustion. His once-straight posture became hunched, as if his spine had been bent beneath the weight of an invisible mountain.
His breathing was rapid and ragged, every gasp feeling like he was squeezing the final scraps of vitality out from between his teeth. Sweat poured from his forehead like a torrential downpour, streaking across his face—distorted with agony—before falling drop by drop into the Chaos, instantly vanishing without a trace.
Chapter 37