"Buzz!"
It was as if a great bronze bell and jade chime rang out in the depths of his soul, and also like the very first strand of Dao-sound at the dawn of heaven and earth.
Xu Ping's entire being sank into that unfathomable ocean of Dao-rhyme.
His Divine Sense, under the nourishment and scour of this Dao-rhyme, was like refined iron thrown into a divine furnace, being hammered again and again, tempered, and expanded.
The sea of Divine Sense surged vast and boundless; the realm barrier of Early-Stage Divinity Transformation was easily shaken, expanding toward deeper, more immense territory. The very nature of his Divine Sense grew more condensed and agile, its range and finesse once again soaring.
His Mana roared through his meridians, being washed, compressed, and sublimated by the power of Dao-rhyme.
