Secret Realm, Ping'an City.
Deep within the city, a tranquil little courtyard seemed to stand apart from the clamorous mortal world.
Ancient trees towered within the courtyard, Spirit Energy gathering into mist. And within a quiet chamber in the rear courtyard, it was so silent that a pin drop could be heard.
Only exceptionally pure Heaven and Earth Spirit Energy, like trickling streams, slowly converged upon the Cloud Bed at the center of the room, which radiated a hazy glow.
Seated cross-legged atop the Cloud Bed, Cheng Buzheng was as still as a mountain, his aura perfectly rounded and restrained.
At a certain moment, he seemed to touch upon a thread of some ineffable opportunity. His tightly shut eyelids stirred faintly.
"Buzz..."
There was no actual sound, yet it seemed as though the Dao resonated with a soft hum.
His eyes, shut for who knew how many days, abruptly flew open!
In an instant, It was as if an invisible bolt of lightning had flashed through the quiet chamber. An indescribably brilliant gleam burst from the depths of his eyes, Sharp as a divine sword freshly drawn from the whetstone, Yet it vanished in an instant, returning to stillness like an ancient well without ripples.
In its place, an irrepressible joy from the depths of his soul slowly spread across his refined face.
"Finally, it's done!"
A low murmur, slightly hoarse yet filled with relief and gratification, gently rang out in the silence, breaking the room's heavy stillness.
That was right.
After the accumulation and tempering of countless long years—especially after completely absorbing and refining the final "blessing" left behind by the fallen Purgatory Progenitor...
His Blood Law had finally come to fruition, completely stepping into the perfected level of the Second Realm!
With a thought, His divine sense immediately