BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Song Ciwan sat cross-legged in the Cultivation Room. The True Qi in her body surged, forming a long, comet-like dragon. From her major acupoints, Qi Blood gushed forth like a torrent of jade-dew magma.
All of this power converged, charging toward the final and most perilous acupoint: the Baihui Acupoint!
CRACK... CRACK...
This wasn't a physical sound, but rather a mystical response to the loosening of the spiritual gate.
If you tried to listen for it, you would naturally hear nothing.
But when you stopped trying, you could hear it plain as day.
CRACK... CRACK... one after another. It sounded like an eggshell shattering, like chaos collapsing, like a new epoch beginning, like the entire world being revitalized with a new round of life.
And so, Song Ciwan had another epiphany—
To see the self is to see the heavens and the earth, and that moment was now!
BOOM!
