Chapter 696
Far below the thriving businesses in the Ellipsia Citadel, dense green clouds made of divine threads fly by while I continue to plummet downward.
Every few minutes, I try opening up my purple barrier to let as few threads inside as possible.
However, each time, no matter how little the opening is, I'm struck by the same unfathomably painful and instant attack on my physical form.
These passing minutes turn into hours, and it feels as though I'm making no progress at all.
Even with 50% of my world's stats still surging through me, I still feel as weak as an unawakened human in this high pressure environment.
I feel large amounts of green threads assimilate with my body and core each time, growing my True Core's power, but it doesn't change the fact that my physical form is just far too heavy for this realm.
My speed moving downward gets faster and faster, and the thickness of the clouds only increases.
It makes me need to wait longer between each barrier opening, to the point where, between every single exposure, I need almost half an hour to fully process the new threads.
On a positive note, the purple ring around my finger is having a field day devouring as many green threads as it can. Its absorption rate is almost ten times as fast as mine, and it can stay constantly absorbing, effortlessly converting them to its sealed version of purple threads.