Fang Qingyu sat cross-legged in the dark cultivation chamber.
Slowly opened his eyes.
The originally solemn and blazing vertical pupils like melted gold.
Had completely shed their old appearance at this moment.
Transformed into a deep and boundless cosmic wonder.
The background of the pupils was the deepest black.
And above this profound dark curtain, countless dazzling and fine silver points of light slowly flowed.
Brightening and fading, sparkling.
As if the entire Milky Way had been crushed and embedded within.
Forming a slowly rotating, mesmerizing miniature starry sky.
These starry eyes, compared to the former golden pupils, lacked the divine solemnity that was hard to gaze upon.
Yet they had gained a few more degrees of all-encompassing vastness and mystery.
Just one glance could stir one's soul, irresistibly drawing it in.
Of course.
This was merely the most direct outside transformation.
The true upheaval came from the inner complete sublimation.
