Goodbye

On the day of the life-and-death battle between the three kings. Early in the morning.

Shi Xiaobai woke up from his Cogitation and could not help but frown. For some reason, the effects of his Cogitation were surprisingly terrible. He had always been accustomed to using Cogitation to replace his sleep. In the past, a night of Cogitation would allow him to feel an obvious increment in his psionic power.

But ever since he came to the seventh level, Shi Xiaobai was shocked to discover that his psionic power would not increase during his Cogitation. It was as though he had reached a bottleneck.

What was going on?

Shi Xiaobai still did not have a complete understanding of the psionic cultivation system up till this day. There was no way to fix it as he would have a headache just reading the dense sprawl of text in books. There was no way for him to continue reading.