Wang Qi was shamefully impaled through the heart by his own Indeterminate Cloud Sword, and then he passed out. His entire consciousness was in darkness, surrounded by countless numbers, like Sanskrit Spirit Prohibition. But upon closer inspection, what spell was that, if not numerous physical formulas!
Past life's, present life's, Earth's, Shenzhou's...
Countless formulas flickered in and out of his mind. Those were the achievements of his entire past life, this was the ideal he held in his present life. Gradually, the formulas from both worlds began to merge. Once the research results from Earth touched upon the domain of Spiritual Energy, they became hopelessly muddled, possibly inconsistent, with numerous divergencies arising.
But this was exactly what he longed for.
