The next day.
Heavenly Gate City, a courtyard in the Northern Pacifying King's Residence.
Creak-
The door opened, and a figure in loose clothing stepped over the threshold and out of the room.
Bathed in the golden morning light and the fresh air of dawn, Jiang Ning wore a contented smile.
After a night's sleep, he felt better than he ever had.
Throughout these past days, he had never rested, training and cultivating day and night.
He dared not waste a single day.
For he had already seen the dangers closing in, step by step.
Without sufficient strength to rely upon, he would not survive the crises ahead.
But that intense, relentless cultivation had left him tightly wound and weary at heart.
Only yesterday, after taking the first step toward breaking his shackles, and with his accumulated Source Points running low, had he finally taken a good night's rest.
Crack, crack-
As he stretched, his muscles and bones crackled throughout his body.
"That feels good-" He let out another long sigh.
Then he clenched his fist. After a night, his body had settled back into stillness.
Yet his strength was no longer what it had been.
He could feel how utterly relaxed his body was, how a sense of power filled every part of him.
His right arm, especially, gave him an indescribably mysterious feeling.
It seemed faintly at odds with heaven and earth, standing apart from the world, with a hint of transcendence.
He spread his fingers, then clenched them again.
Within his unseen palm, the void shattered.
I actually grasped space as though it were solid! Surprise stirred within him.
Though he could feel the changes in his body, he still could not fully understand his own state.
*No wonder the Martial Saint was the only person in