The room.
Su Chen had already immersed himself in the world of the Divine Soul, unable to extricate himself.
The two booklets left by Feng Yinqing were so astonishing.
One of them introduced the Divine Soul and attributes, which was extremely profound, but Su Chen was obsessed.
He studied for several days.
Madly experimenting.
Gradually making some progress.
"Integrate!!!" In the room, Su Chen was like a house, constantly talking to himself. In front of him was a cluster of Divine Soul, a small cluster.
This cluster of Divine Soul, under his manipulation, continued to disperse, condense, and morph its shape.
While on Su Chen's hand, there were tiny threads of thunder and lightning, purple-black.
Just a small trace.
But one shouldn't underestimate this small trace; it was the Chaotic Divine Thunder.
Su Chen constantly raised his hand, directing this small trace of Chaotic Divine Thunder at the small cluster of Divine Soul.
