Yin Weiyin wiped away the water droplets on her lips.
After three breaths, her legs felt unsteady, yet she still couldn't let go of that peculiar sensation.
In that instant, her heart felt ethereal, like she was wandering in a celestial paradise, while her body seemed displaced, drifting elsewhere entirely.
In the dim sixth level, it was as though she stood amidst the heavens of natural transformation, where celestial beings gazed upon each other with joy—free, unrestrained, intangible, invisible, like the wind. A gust of unbridled breeze.
One breeze passed, and another arrived.
The body may find no rest, yet the heart remains at peace.
Is this not the essence of transcendence?
Freedom like the wind, even when the physical form is confined, the spirit transcends beyond…
As Yin Weiyin gradually sobered, recollecting that sensation, Chen Yi turned toward her.
