For every inch he advanced, the pull on his providence grew stronger.

The world's heavenly providence stored within the Xuan Bird Feather gushed out like water through an opened sluice gate. Li Fan's expression shifted slightly.

This Han Yi statue's terrifying ability to drain providence far surpassed his imagination.

An ordinary cultivator would have been drained dry in an instant, with ill fortune descending in a heartbeat, dropping dead on the spot.

Even someone like Xu Ke, a man of great providence, probably wouldn't hold out for long.

But while a single individual's providence couldn't endure long within this providence-draining field, the providence of an entire world was another matter entirely.

This statue's absorption rate had an upper limit. What Li Fan lost each moment amounted to a drop in the bucket compared to the vast reserves stored within...