Without a dedicated Spiritual Refinement Technique, relying solely on "Heart Clarity and Nature Seeing" and that money-burning helmet was simply not enough to completely purify this jumble of Spiritual Energy.
His current Spiritual Power was all show and no substance.
It looked immense, but inside it was full of impurities, making it illusory and unstable.
There was a risk of it spiraling out of control at any moment.
'I have to find a way to refine it.'
'To make this power completely my own.'
Wang Meng looked surprised when he saw him take off the helmet.
"What's wrong? You're not going back in?"
"No, if I 'eat' any more, I'm going to puke."
Han Feng rubbed his throbbing temples, his voice laced with weary hoarseness.
He glanced at the card slot on the side of the helmet.
The slot, once stuffed full of Spirit Coins, now held only a pile of dull, grayish-white powder.
In one night, he had burned through more than thirty Spirit Coins.
