In an instant, an intense chill spread from his brain.
Han Ning could clearly feel the woven net of his Spiritual Power floating in an indescribable space, surrounded on all sides by solid, multicolored blocks of color.
A hazy starlight emerged from all directions and condensed upon the spiritual network, protecting it like a lone boat in a gale, saving it from being capsized by the waves.
'My Spiritual Power is still too weak...'
An incessant, icy shiver traveled from the mysterious space back to his brain. Han Ning gritted his teeth and hurriedly recalled the method the panel had provided for capturing the Power of Void.
'Change the vibration frequency, shift the Spiritual Model...'
The next moment, the great net of spiritual power began to vibrate faintly, generating a weak suction out of thin air that started drawing in a stray wisp of Energy from the multiple dimensions.
