Ryu tried to take control of the white flame as he had in the past. But, once again, it didn't seem eager to listen to him. It continued to float at the bottom of his Spiritual Sea as though a fluffy ball of cotton.

It looked completely harmless. There wasn't an ounce of danger coming from it at all and it even allowed Ryu to probe it endlessly without the slightest hint of fighting back. But, whenever he tried to take that final step and grasp it as his own, it didn't react the slightest bit.

A part of Ryu felt as though this flame wasn't real. Though it had an effect on its surroundings, it wasn't tangible. It was almost like chasing a mirage in the middle of the desert that kept being just a single step away from you. It was like the flame wanted Ryu to feel as though he was delirious.

The only time this flame had ever taken action was when Ryu's soul was about to be severely damaged. But, Ryu was obviously completely unaware of this. Though he had his own guesses, it was impossible for him to be certain. The result was what he saw here being completely at a loss and not understanding what direction he could take thing in.

'Is it just Primordial Chaos Death Qi?'

Ryu began to slowly experiment, trying to remain as cautious as possible. But, it seemed as though the world loved playing jokes on him.

The moment Ryu tried to allow Primordial Chaos Lightning into his Spiritual Sea, he felt his life flash before his eyes.

It was just a tiny, impossibly small amount. Yet, it threatened to rampage throughout his Mental Realm and turn him into a half-dead fool. If it wasn't for the fact it was indeed a small amount, and he had been prepared to send it back to his miniature dantian almost immediately, he really would have died.

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