On Cyan Feather Mountain, within her Cultivation Room, Song Ciwan sat cross-legged in silence. She remained speechless for a long, long time.
One hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred years. Being still young, she couldn't quite grasp just how long the Lifespan of a Yuanhui truly was.
She could only feel with certainty that once her Lifespan reached a full Yuanhui, her entire being—from her flesh and meridians to her Divine Soul and conscious thoughts—had undergone a wondrous elevation.
A feeling of extraordinary clarity and purity enveloped her, making her feel utterly comfortable from the inside out.
But this comfort could not dispel the shock in her heart. The scenes she had witnessed moments ago, when her spirit roamed Beyond the Heavens, now felt like fantastical illusions, making it hard to distinguish reality from fabrication. Yet, Song Ciwan knew that all of it had to be real!
It had truly happened!
