1389 The Final Gamble

One month. Ten days. One day. One hour…

Ji Ning learned from each of his failures, drawing upon those experiences as he worked hard to further perfect the technique. Slowly, the 'Void Everlasting' technique began to take some effect, dramatically strengthening the power of his consciousness. However, he still wasn't even close to being strong enough for his truesoul to resist the siren song of the prime essences of the Chaosverse.

"Northbow."

Ning was seated next to a table, pouring himself a cup of wine. He had chosen to spend his last hour of life drinking wine and relaxing, releasing all of the tension that had built up over a thousand chaos cycles in one fell swoop.

"Master." Sad-faced children had appeared on the surfaces of all six Northbow swords. They looked despondently at Ning.