The grey light filtering through the high, narrow window found Lin Tian on the floor. He hadn't moved. He didn't need to. His entire world was the new landscape of his body.
Every meridian felt like a cracked glass pipe, throbbing with a dull, persistent ache. But inside that fragile network, a lake of power waited, deep and still and terrifyingly vast. He breathed in, and the spiritual energy in the cell shivered.
The black door slid open with a hiss of releasing seals.
Two guards in Azure Snow robes stood silhouetted in the doorway. Their auras were solid, Core Formation realm. They looked at him, a heap of blood-stained robes on the stone, and their expressions didn't change.
"Up," the one on the left said. His voice was flat, bored. "Your reflection period is complete."
