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At this moment, Wei Yuan's state was like turning on a faucet to let water flow, but he did not know the capacity of the bucket placed under the faucet, so he could only carefully control the flow rate.
Clearly, the bucket represented Wei Yuan's body, and more specifically, the capacity of the Mist-like Space in his mind to hold Spiritual Energy. The process of absorbing Spiritual Energy was akin to filling a bucket with water.
The only difference was that if the faucet was opened too wide, it would waste water resources without breaking the bucket. However, if the capacity of Spiritual Energy absorbed at once was too great, Wei Yuan had no idea what side effects his body might experience, or even if it could lead to an explosion.
After continuously absorbing Spiritual Energy from several Vase Fragments, Wei Yuan was unsure about the capacity of the Mist-like Space to handle Spiritual Energy. However, he at least knew that it was definitely decreasing, so he had to be increasingly cautious.
He proceeded step by step, as if walking on thin ice. While enjoying the wonderful effects brought by Spiritual Energy, he also had to bear certain risks.
Carefully mobilizing the Mist-like Space in his mind, he eliminated the barrier to the outside world. Then, due to the surging Dark Ink-colored Mist in his mind, a narrow gap began to gradually open.
Using this narrow breakthrough, he adjusted the flow rate of the faucet to its lowest setting. Slowly, like a lady displaying restraint while dining, Wei Yuan meticulously absorbed each Postage Stamp's Spiritual Energy.
"It seems that the situation is not as bad as I imagined!"
After discovering that maintaining this speed of absorbing Spiritual Energy for over ten minutes brought no sense of discomfort, Wei Yuan felt relieved and gradually began to open the faucet a little more. However, he remained very cautious in his actions.
"Let's try doubling the speed of absorbing Spiritual Energy!"
After increasing the speed of absorption, Wei Yuan felt that his reactions were still very weak. So he completely relaxed. Unintentionally, he had already committed a major taboo: mental laxity!
To be precise, Wei Yuan became careless. The slow absorption through one breakthrough was too sluggish, and since he had not seen any side effects, he began to gradually increase the speed of absorbing Spiritual Energy and reopened the breakthrough in the Mist-like Space.
However, sometimes people tend to overlook certain issues. If your original base number is just one, then when you speed up and increase it by one each time, it grows exponentially. Moreover, reopening the breakthrough for absorbing Spiritual Energy would result in another exponential increase relative to the original gap...
Unfortunately, Wei Yuan was not good at math; therefore, he did not calculate this clearly. He thought that being slightly lax should not pose any problems. Yet on another level, this also proved a physical principle: quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes!
Wei Yuan's method of absorbing Spiritual Energy was originally like a spring, with little impact. Since the spring was small, the water flow was also very limited. However, when Wei Yuan accelerated the process, it was equivalent to increasing the impact force and enlarging the breakthrough point for absorbing Spiritual Energy, akin to digging a larger spring. The combination of these two factors resulted in a qualitative change!
Every stream can eventually converge to form rivers, lakes, and seas. However, Wei Yuan's Mist-like Space certainly did not have the capacity to hold rivers and seas at this moment, making it prone to flooding!
In fact, this abstract description truly reflected Wei Yuan's current state. As he interacted with more capable individuals, such as Liu Haisheng, Blue Old Man, and Yuan Ziyi, Wei Yuan learned to restrain his impulsive nature from them and became much more cautious in his actions.
Just like Yuan Ziyi, whose greatest weakness was his impulsiveness—a common flaw among youth—this was also an obstacle for Wei Yuan in achieving success. Throughout history, great heroes have remained calm in the face of danger; only by maintaining composure can one make the most accurate judgments!
However, a subsequent oversight that nearly placed Wei Yuan between life and death served as a lesson for him. Sometimes in life, painful lessons are necessary as warnings; to put it bluntly: the greater one's achievements, the more tests one faces!
At this moment, Wei Yuan had not yet realized all of this. Ever since he understood that during the absorption process, he could allow Spiritual Energy to envelop the Mist-like Space with Dark Ink-colored Mist, rather than immediately merging them into one, he had continued using this method.
This approach was cautious and allowed him to enjoy the enveloping process of Spiritual Energy, which always generated a new warmth. The interplay between the two produced immense pleasure, making him feel as if he were floating on clouds!
"Oh no! Something's wrong!"
It was precisely this sensation that dulled Wei Yuan's vigilance. By the time he realized there was a problem, his mind had already become somewhat hazy due to excessive absorption of Spiritual Energy. He immediately halted the absorption process.
Most of the Spiritual Energy contained within the Postage Stamp had already been absorbed by Wei Yuan, leaving little room for him to stop now.
Moreover, it was too late; when you turn on a faucet to its maximum flow, even if you want to shut it off immediately, the water will not stop flowing right away. There was still some Spiritual Energy trickling through the last breakthrough point into the Mist-like Space. Even if Wei Yuan wanted to plug the hole, it was already too late.
At this moment, Wei Yuan clearly felt heavy-headed and light-footed; his body became increasingly buoyant. A wave of pain surged through his head as he began digesting the Spiritual Energy. The violent reaction during the fusion of the two colors of mist overwhelmed him; he simply could not withstand it.
The speed of absorption was at least five times faster than usual. However, after a week of intense training, Wei Yuan's physical condition could not change immediately, so he found himself on the brink of collapse.
"Your grandfather, how could this happen!"
Wei Yuan's head began to throb, and he couldn't think anymore. He was overwhelmed by a heart-wrenching pain, collapsing to the ground like a lump of soft mud. In his daze, he accidentally knocked over the empty cup on the table, causing a crisp sound that startled the old man outside.
"My Postage Stamp won't have any problems, right?"
The old man certainly wouldn't think that Wei Yuan, who was repairing the Postage Stamp, would run into issues. He quickly grabbed a key and opened the door, rushing in with Lan Xue.
Upon entering, they saw Wei Yuan lying flat on the ground. The old man hurried over to check the postal book and found that all the problematic areas, including the deliberately placed fingerprints and stamped sections, had been completely erased.
"This is just too incredible; Xue, you've struck gold!" The old man couldn't help but curse in admiration for Wei Yuan.
At this moment, Lan Xue had no time for jokes with her grandfather. She quickly helped Wei Yuan up from the ground and noticed he seemed a bit disoriented, his eyes half-closed and a silly grin on his face.
"Grandpa, what happened to him?" Lan Xue asked anxiously.
The old man approached, placed his hand on Wei Yuan's wrist to check his pulse, and then asked, "Is he still breathing? If he's breathing, then he's fine!"
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