Bab 372: Existential Crisis.

'The only thing left to do is to try and absorb a Spiritual Core now.'

Ozul turned in his bed. 'Maybe I should have asked for a Core instead of the Spiritual Art.'

His body had strangely embraced this Spiritual Essence, giving him the most hope for this approach. His body gulped down the Essence in the air if he let it. He would undoubtedly stun Ember with the sight of his generated vortex if he did so in front of her Scarlet Eyes.

Unfortunately, the majority of it was still being expelled from his body, but Mana was treated similarly back in the other Realm. Only the purest drop of it would be left for his body to absorb.

The other three greedily read the Spiritual Techniques as he was lost in his contemplation.

Suddenly, as if a ghost had possessed him, Ozul stood up, back straight to the wall. Taking a deep breath, he told them, "I am going out for a few days. Do whatever you want until then. I will come back here."