As he kept talking to himself, there was movement inside the cave. A nearly empty bag of grain clusters slumped to the ground as a faint light emitted from deep inside the cave. The air was heavy from humidity, toxins, and qi.
Wi Chan-woo sat at the centre, legs crossed, eyes closed, breath steady. He was reaching the end of his enlightenment. A few minutes later, the light around him dimmed, and his eyes fluttered open. A pair of reddish brown eyes, clear as water, flickered across the room before settling on his hands.
Strong, dry, and calloused, but brimming with power. He clenched them together as he looked up, blowing a breath. He'd spent half a year in here, training, meditating, cultivating, all so he could finally climb that insurmountable wall that was the fourth layer of the void blossoming technique.
