The moment Feng Jun began circulating his cultivation technique, twenty-seven streams of spiritual energy shooting into the sky paused, then surged in unison toward the crown of his head.
If spiritual energy had been visible, one could clearly see twenty-seven streams of it forming twenty-seven arched bridges.
One end originated from the Spirit Stones themselves, while the other reached the center of Feng Jun's head. The parasol shielding him from the rain had now become mere decoration, completely unable to block those invisible arches.
The sight was extraordinarily spectacular, like a blooming flower. Feng Jun sat at the center of its pistil while its petals spread wantonly in every direction.
Unfortunately, that magnificent scene could not be seen with the naked eye.
However, Feng Jun, positioned at the center of those petals, was not feeling particularly good.
At first, he could feel powerful spiritual energy battering the crown of his head, almost as if it had substance.
Yet there was a thin membrane atop his head, separating his physical body from the spiritual energy.
The membrane was thin, but exceptionally tough. The spiritual energy struck it again and again, making it tremble without end, yet it could never break through.
The powerful impacts left him dizzy and disoriented, and his body trembled nonstop.
After enduring for who knew how long, he felt that he could no longer hold on. He was about to throw up.
But at that very instant, he felt the top of his head violently explode—not merely the membrane, but his very crown.
The next moment, an indescribable comfort instantly spread throughout his entire body.
The pleasure made him shudder. Yes, it was the kind of bliss that reached from the flesh straight into the soul.
Then, he seemed to hear an enormous bang. It was deafening,