Chen Ange's pure, unadorned cry of amazement.
It was brimming with astonishment and emotion, with a wonder so immense that words could not describe even one ten-thousandth of it.
Her eyes, bright as lightning, kept sweeping back and forth between Liu Dongqing, Zhuang Wanqing, and the jade pestle treasure Vessel hovering in the air, gleaming with moist spiritual radiance.
Again and again, without pause.
In the brief silence that followed.
Those luminous eyes gradually churned with fierce waves.
There was the realization that, despite believing herself thoroughly versed in the harmonization of the Three Origins and the mysteries of yin and yang, today she had witnessed a way of circulating and demonstrating the Profound Essence Treatise wholly beyond imagination—wholly beyond her own understanding and knowledge of this path, something she had never encountered before.
New knowledge of Dao and Dharma surged vividly into her mind and righteous thoughts. Beyond the sheer shock, it seemed to slowly stir her talent and innate gifts in this path, stirring her desire and impulse to cultivate the Profound Essence Treatise.
There was even the pure scholarly air of her own being, roused by the divine charm of the [Responding Origin] Dao Fruit that came from mastering an entirely new method of unfolding such wondrous Dharma.
That jarringly divided contrast—clearly immersed in the realm of utmost bliss, yet brimming with the air of a pedant.
And beyond all that.
Within Chen Ange's bright divine gaze, a look of pure bewilderment surfaced almost at the same time.
I'm standing right here.
It would be one thing for Senior Brother Mystic Yang to face me so calmly, but what about you? Shouldn't you at least hide? Shouldn't you at least avoid this?
*Where was that expression of shame and fury, of wanting to die, that should have