After about an hour, Duan Rong exhaled a murky breath and retreated from his Sea of Consciousness. His forehead was covered with sweat, and in the darkness, his expression was even more listless...
He tried every possible method, yet still had no way to deal with that blood light...
The blood light had infiltrated his Sea of Consciousness because of his devouring the Artifact Spirit by chance.
But, having already infiltrated, how could it be so easily removed?
The Sea of Consciousness was the very origin of his mind and body!
As the saying goes, it's easier to conquer the thief in the mountains than the thief in the heart!
Duan Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up from the stone bed, and walked slowly to the mouth of the cave.
The mountain breeze swept by, bringing a refreshing chill to Duan Rong's face. Although spring was still in its early chills, the valley below the cliff was aglow with the gentle light of the spring sun.
