The next day.
Tianque City, an annex of Zhenbei King's Mansion.
Creak—
The door was pushed open, and a loosely dressed figure stepped over the threshold and out of the room.
Bathed in the golden morning light and the fresh morning air above, Jiang Ning wore a contented smile.
After sleeping for a night, he had never felt himself in such excellent condition.
These past days, he had not rested at all, cultivating day and night.
He did not dare waste even a single day.
For he had long seen the crisis closing in step by step.
Without sufficient strength to rely on, he would be unable to survive the crises ahead.
Yet the high-pressure, high-intensity cultivation had kept him in a state of extreme tension for far too long, leaving exhaustion to take root within him.
Only yesterday, after taking the first step toward breaking his Shackles and finding his accumulated Origin Points insufficient, had he allowed himself a proper night's rest.
Crackle—
As he stretched his muscles and bones, crackling sounds rang out throughout his body.
"Comfortable—" he let out another long sigh.
Then he clenched his fist. After one night, his body had returned to stillness.
Yet his strength was no longer comparable to before.
He could feel that his body was incomparably relaxed at this moment, strength filling every part of him.
Especially his right arm, which gave him an exceedingly mysterious sensation.
It seemed faintly out of tune with heaven and earth, giving him the feeling of standing apart from the world, carrying a hint of transcendence.
He spread his five fingers, then clenched them again.
Within his unseen palm, space shattered.
"Space... I actually grasped it as though it were tangible!" he thought in astonishment.
Though he could sense the changes in his body,