Registered Disciple

Shen Hui closed his eyes, as if he had moved into another body.

Beneath his feet lay scorching yellow sand; by his ears, the mournful wail of the north wind.

The feeling was truly wondrous.

It was as though he had borrowed another's body and used another's eyes to walk once more the road that person had traveled and behold the sights that person had seen.

Once he had gone through those tangled images one by one, Mingling quietly withdrew from his sea of consciousness.

The images came to an abrupt end.

Mingling burrowed out from between his brows, circled once in the air, then beat its wings and flew into the blue heavens, vanishing in an instant.

Shen Hui did not move at once. He closed his eyes and looked inward.

The panel lit up within his sea of consciousness. He directly allocated a thousand Dao Xing points, adding them all to "Swallowing Sea Sword Qi" and raising it from beginner level to minor mastery.

His body churned as though the rivers and seas had been overturned.

It was as if someone had poured a cauldron of boiling oil into him. The searing heat exploded from his Dantian and burned along his extraordinary meridians and eight channels all the way to his fingertips.

The sinews and veins throughout his body stabbed with pain, while his joints ached and swelled.

Yet after the pain passed, the circulation of spiritual energy suddenly quickened by several degrees.

He opened his eyes and raised a hand.

A faint point of deep-blue light gathered at his fingertips, appearing and vanishing as it flickered and pulsed.

With a light gesture, several fine threads shot from his fingertips. They were as thin as spider silk and as faint as drifting mist, utterly soundless.

The threads flew