Nearly a month had passed since Yu Xuan entered meditation.
Within the isolation barrier, Yu Xuan's eyes snapped open.
For a moment, everything around him was still.
Then — colors burst into brilliance.
His mind was crystal clear, sharper than ever before, and his spirit sense surged outward but Yu Xuan restrained it, compressing the perception back into himself.
By his estimation, his spiritual sense now covered at least ten kilometers in every direction.
A faint eye mark glimmered on his forehead.
The Spiritual Eye — the third eye of perception, had opened.
If he had to describe it, it was like viewing the world anew — as if another layer of existence had unfolded before him.
Through this eye, the world appeared more full.
The air shimmered with patterns of spiritual energy, lines of flow and rhythm, every leaf and grain, carrying faint traces of life and intent.
And along with it, his instincts deepened.
