"Mm..."
Wei Fan felt as though he had awakened from chaos itself. Clear qi rose, turbid qi sank, as if he had slept for a hundred and eight thousand years.
His vision was strange as well. Out of the corners of his eyes, he could see his own eyebrows.
Before him was still the familiar silkworm cocoon, yet his gaze pierced through it and saw the world of his sea of consciousness outside.
Without raising his head, he could see the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron, Dragon Sunset Bow, and Tiger Soul Saber floating and bobbing above him.
"I've grown another eye!"
A realization surged through Wei Fan's heart. His Primordial Spirit's tiny hand reached up to his forehead, and sure enough, he felt a third eye above the space between his brows.
"Did the third transformation give birth to a third eye?"
He tore at the cocoon before him with both hands, yet it did not split open.
Wei Fan froze. In the past, once he awakened, this cocoon-like thing could easily be torn apart before dissipating.
"Open!"
The might of his will erupted. This time, he nearly exhausted all his strength before tearing open the cocoon wrapped around his Primordial Spirit, allowing it to reappear within his sea of consciousness.
His Primordial Spirit gleamed with golden light, bearing three pupils like a deity descending into the world.
The entire space of his sea of consciousness trembled. An invisible gale swept through it, accompanied by faint, indistinct rolls of thunder.
In an instant, Wei Fan felt different. It was as if he were the master of this space; here, he was an omnipotent god.
"It's still here?"
The wisps of the silkworm cocoon had not dissipated either. Like an opened sack, they floated in the space of the four seas. Wei