Over the next few days, Su Fan finally endured the most agonizing phase of the Spiritual Sense mutation.
Morning mist drifted slowly through the lofty mountains and rugged ranges like a thin veil. Orange-red sunlight pierced the fog, splashing brilliant colors across the myriad mountains and rivers and draping the majestic peaks in a dreamlike cloak of color.
Beneath the cliff at the end of the valley, Su Fan sat cross-legged on a moss-covered rock, dressed in a black ritual robe.
His hair lay scattered casually, with a few strands lifted by the morning breeze and swaying gently in the sunlight.
Su Fan's eyes were tightly shut, and his hands formed strange seals before him. A faint, indistinct black mist coiled around his body.
The mist sometimes gathered and sometimes dispersed, as though engaging in some mysterious exchange with his body.
After a long while, Su Fan slowly opened his eyes. His deep eyes, dark as secluded pools, now glittered with delight.
He exhaled a long breath of foul air. It condensed in midair into a mass of gray-black mist, which roiled for a moment before gradually dispersing.
The corners of Su Fan's lips lifted slightly, and a trace of relief flashed through his eyes.
After several days of agonizing torment, he had finally endured the most difficult phase of the Spiritual Sense mutation. This transformation had also brought a qualitative leap in the strength of his Divine Soul.
In this Cultivation World, once one entered the Void Refining Stage, every trace of cultivation progress became as difficult as ascending to heaven. Improving the strength of one's Divine Soul was especially arduous.
Many cultivators spent their entire lives without making even an inch of progress in the strength of their Divine Souls. Remaining stagnant for decades or even centuries was