Arsonist

The Grandmaster realm had finally been achieved.

Xu Wuyi's consciousness withdrew from his sea of consciousness, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The sunlight was just right, filtering through the branches and leaves of the old locust tree and falling over him, warm and comforting.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

They were still the same hands. His skin, bones, and flesh had not changed in the slightest.

Yet he knew that everything was already different.

He rose to his feet, walked to the center of the courtyard, lifted his head, and looked at the sky fragmented by the locust tree's branches and leaves.

Then, with a slight stir of his mind—

A force surged from the depths of his sea of consciousness, a force he had never experienced before. It was neither the scorching heat of flames nor the crushing weight of gravity, but something purer, more primal.

The instant that power emerged, he sensed an invisible connection forming between himself and heaven and earth.

It was an extraordinarily wondrous feeling.

It was like being locked in a small room, able to see the outside world only through a window.

Now, that window had suddenly opened. He could walk straight out, stand between heaven and earth, feel the winds blowing in from every direction, and see the boundless scenery.

He closed his eyes and carefully sensed that connection.

An invisible, intangible substance filled every corner between heaven and earth. It was not energy, nor was it matter, but something even more profound and mysterious.

Some called it heaven-and-earth essence, some called it the origin of the universe, and some called it the laws of the Great Dao.

Whatever it was called, it truly existed. It could be sensed, drawn upon, and controlled.

This was the greatest