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Blink of an eye, a year passed.
In the Soul Realm, Gu Changsheng too was tormented by mental barriers, but his strength and tenacity were stronger than An Susu's, he could still hold on.
Taking advantage of a rest moment, Long Qiu carefully checked his Primordial Spirit, expressing concern: "You're nearing your own critical point, don't push yourself too hard."
"Auntie, I'm fine, I know what to do."
"That's good then."
Gu Changsheng no longer spoke, and once again entered into meditation, contemplating the God of Thunder.
It was still that chaotic void, still those countless Purple Cloud Thunders, still that faint and indistinct shadow. After innumerable confrontations, he was now able to persist for some time.
Vague illusions, misty and dim confusion.
He looked at the shadow before him and the omnipresent oppressive force that was destroying his spirit and soul, and for a moment, he was lost in a daze.
