Qingyi felt his body torn from that strange space, his eyes fixed on the gigantic white star, gazing at it one last time before his vision faded completely.
Gradually, his strength returned, every muscle awakening with renewed vitality.
His lungs filled with air in a deep, ragged gasp, and in the next instant, his Qi surged violently throughout his body.
The entire cultivation chamber shook with a deafening roar, the black jade walls groaning under the weight of the released energy.
Qingyi's skin began to crack like old bark, revealing beneath it nothing but an intense, blinding glow—a pure, divine flash escaping through the fissures.
The pressure of Qi around him multiplied dozens of times in a single second, the air growing dense and suffocating, as if space itself had become too heavy to breathe.
He let out a pained groan before finally allowing his body to relax.
