The instant he swallowed the Soul Calming Secret Medicine.
Cheng Han unhesitatingly released his suppression of the Soul Tempering Imprint.
At that moment.
A feeling of utter comfort washed over him, and he nearly let out an "Ah."
It was like finally being granted release after holding it in desperately for months.
"Gulp!"
Cheng Han swallowed.
The secret medicine swiftly flowed down his throat. Wherever it passed, it felt as though blazing flames were scorching his esophagus, yet also as though millennia-old frost was scouring his organs.
The sensation.
Was truly strange to the extreme.
Boom!
A phantom clap of thunder.
It was the giant wave surging within his Sea of Spirit.
It was also the roar of his spirit breaking completely free of its shackles.
Afterward.
Phantom sounds rang continuously in Cheng Han's mind.
"Crack! Crack!"
It was the sound of a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon.
It was also a spontaneous sublimation of his spiritual world.
Even without the Soul Calming Secret Medicine, Cheng Han could have naturally reached this point. To him, the medicine was merely a nominal disguise.
In the depths of his Sea of Spirit.
A Transcendental Mark with a Triple Ring structure—the Soul Tempering Imprint, the mark of a Mystic Adept—began to tremble violently.
"Buzz!"
The three rings composing the imprint silently fractured into countless tiny segments.
Yet this was not destruction.
It was preparation for rebirth.
At the same time.
The Soul Calming Secret Medicine he had consumed finally began to take effect.
A sensation that seemed both scorching and freezing rapidly spread from his body into his spirit, then touched the Soul Tempering Imprint.
The next second.
An unbelievable phenomenon occurred.
The Soul Tempering Imprint, which had already collapsed, abruptly stopped crumbling.
A large number of Light Thread structures rapidly emerged,