He took a deep breath and tried to channel the Sky Blue Aura into his other movable arm.
As the thought arose, countless capillaries in his arm began to shimmer with a sky-blue halo, as if they were bolstered by a powerful force.
He looked at his left hand, as if making a firm decision, and reached out to grasp it...
He clasped his palm, then suddenly exerted force, attempting to crush it.
At this moment, "Primordial Pollution" started to flow in the left arm, and his body's instinct urged him to transform it into Sky Blue Aura, but he obstinately blocked it with his will!
Finally, with a "crack!" sound, he crushed his palm.
What he found eerie was that, whether it was his subconscious blocking out the pain or accepting his current state of "Absolute Rationality" and "coldness," he felt no pain after crushing his palm, just as bland as crushing a plastic bottle.
He couldn't afford to ponder and quickly glanced at his crushed palm.
"Indeed useful."