The sky was just beginning to brighten. As dawn emerged, the first golden-red ray of sunlight pierced the night and fell upon Jia Nan Academy, which was shrouded in a strange, nearly frozen silence.
The Spiritual Rain had stopped, and the blessings had dispersed, yet the lingering resonance of that enlightenment still enveloped the entire Tian Fen Plaza. Tens of thousands of teachers, students, guests, and even experts such as Su Qian and Hu Gan remained in the poses they had held the night before—some sitting cross-legged, some standing quietly, some gesturing wildly—all immersed in profound enlightenment.
The air was filled with a peaceful, rich spiritual aura. Even breathing brought the comfortable sensation of one's cultivation advancing.
This was an unprecedented opportunity belonging to the entire academy! The "Spiritual Rain of Creation" Mo Lin had bestowed through supreme immortal means contained not only the purest energy, but also a trace of the Dao resonance from his own insights. It was enough to cleanse the marrow, break through bottlenecks, and awaken wisdom.
At that moment, most people were at the end of their deep enlightenment, digesting their enormous gains and yet to awaken.
At the edge of the plaza, however, the atmosphere inside the lavish temporary VIP area built for soundproofing was somewhat subtle.
Yao Yao sat quietly on a soft couch, faint Chaos Divine Radiance flowing around her. Her cold, otherworldly face revealed neither joy nor anger. Yet upon closer inspection, one could see her long, thick lashes trembling slightly. When her clear gaze swept toward a figure not far away, currently being carried in a princess hold, an almost imperceptible trace of... helplessness flashed through her eyes.
That person being held was Han Yue.
Han Yue's condition at the moment was rather "miserable."
Her originally cool and ethereal face