Within the dantian, everything returned to calm.
True Essence and spiritual power no longer leaked, but more than half was consumed, leaving only a small amount to maintain his basic operation.
Jeming, too weak to care, immediately delved his divine sense into introspection and carefully examined his lower dantian.
In the previously empty lower dantian, there now appeared a very small space!
This space was pitch-black, appearing deep and vast, yet in reality not very large, approximately two or three hundred cubic meters, similar in volume to a small house.
Purely from a "visual" perception, it seemed like a void, as if even light could be swallowed, yet spiritual power could explore it intact, without any obstruction.
It quietly floated there, without boundaries, without any support points, completely independent of his flesh and meridians.
