Song Wen's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, bright with vitality, their keen light held within.
His cultivation had reached the integrated body late stage.
His spiritual root had also advanced to the ninth grade.
The tremendous improvement in his root bone brought an indescribable lightness and clarity, as though he had shed heavy shackles borne for countless ages, giving him the wondrous illusion that his body was light enough to fly.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him became clearer and more active than ever. He no longer needed to labor to draw it in. Instead, the spiritual energy seemed alive, displaying a natural affinity for him.
Without deliberate guidance, the slightest stirring of his thoughts drew strands of pure spiritual energy toward him. They seeped into every limb and bone, becoming his own magical power as they circulated through his body.
"Tsk, tsk! The integrated body late stage! A ninth-grade spiritual root!"
Song Wen was in excellent spirits.
Yet within his sea of consciousness, Gu Que poured a ladle of cold water over him.
"Extreme Yin, the division of spiritual roots into nine grades is a human invention. It does not mean the ninth grade is the pinnacle. Even among ninth-grade spiritual roots, the differences can be as vast as a chasm."
The delight on Song Wen's face immediately froze.
"Senior Gu Que, what do you mean by that?" Song Wen sounded displeased. He felt that Gu Que was deliberately trying to sour his mood.
"The gap between one genius and another can be greater than the gap between a genius and an ordinary mortal," Gu Que said.
"Are you saying I must keep finding ways to improve my root bone, Senior?" Song Wen asked.
"No. I was merely voicing a passing sentiment. Your current spiritual root