The strangest thing was that, throughout the growth of his cultivation, Ling Yuan'an had not absorbed the slightest bit of spiritual energy from the outside world, as though his cultivation had appeared out of thin air. This clearly defied all reason.
Ling Qing walked to the jade couch and sent a wisp of divine sense into the sea of consciousness through Ling Yuan'an's brow.
Within the sea of consciousness, all was calm and still. The resplendent Primordial Spirit golden body had its eyes tightly shut, sunk in slumber. It appeared completely normal, yet an eerie strangeness seeped from every corner.
After entering the Heavenly Human Realm, unless one suffered a grievous injury, the Primordial Spirit could not possibly fall into silence. Even if the physical body slept, the Primordial Spirit would remain active.
For the Primordial Spirit, the concept of rest no longer existed. It was like the manifestation of subconscious thought—one should remain awake at all times. If thought was interrupted, then it could only mean one thing.
Death.
Ling Yuan'an's Primordial Spirit foundation was terrifying. When his Primordial Spirit Realm had reached perfection, his Primordial Spirit golden body had already grown a thousand zhang tall, nearly surpassing some kind of limit. Afterward, without undergoing a tribulation of lightning or nurturing a small world, he had still stepped into the Heavenly Human Realm as naturally as water flowing into a channel, with the aura of laws appearing within his body.
After trying once more to awaken the Primordial Spirit without success, Ling Qing carefully examined the sea of consciousness. Finding not the slightest abnormality, he could only leave, full of disappointment.
The instant Ling Qing withdrew from the sea of consciousness, the Primordial Spirit golden body sitting cross-legged above it slowly opened its eyes, its expression exceedingly strange.
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