At the spot between his brows, a point of spiritual radiance was nurturing like a cosmic singularity; that was the origin of his Divine Sense and the imprint of his life beginning to fuse at a profound depth, about to give birth to a Divine Soul belonging solely to a Divinity Transformation Cultivator—his Primordial Spirit.
A breath far more agile than a Nascent Soul, far more vast, far closer to the origin of heaven and earth, began to emanate from this Nascent Soul in the midst of metamorphosis.
The Nascent Soul transforming into the Primordial Spirit—this was a leap in the very level of life; the process was incomparably mysterious, and the increase in power it brought was nothing short of earth‑shattering.
Yet the Dao of Heaven maintains balance; to seek extraordinary power, one must bear extraordinary tribulation.
Right at the most critical moment of Xu Ping's inner transformation—
Outside the cave abode, the sky shrouded by a quasi‑fifth‑rank Array suddenly darkened.
