Qian Renxue (25)

The streams of light in the altar space were still flowing slowly, and the Wind Element spilling from the shattered statue circled around Bibi Dong as if alive. She raised her hand, palm upward, and a wisp of azure wind gathered between her fingers, shifting—now as supple as a ribbon, now as sharp as a blade, now scattering into specks of starlight, now condensing again into a miniature storm.

This was not merely an increase in power, but an overturning of her understanding of the essence of the world.

"I can 'hear' the wind breathing," Bibi Dong said softly, her gaze turning toward the distant dome of light that had begun to ripple. "The wind throughout the entire secret realm, every single strand of it, is telling me of its path, its emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, calm. This is a... completely new sense."

Dai Chengfeng listened quietly. He could sense the subtle change in Bibi Dong—her aura had formed a kind of resonance with the surrounding environment, as if she herself were part of the wind, not merely someone who used it. This realm had already far surpassed an ordinary Titled Douluo's control over elements.

"Your aura," Dai Chengfeng said after a moment of thought, "besides the power of wind, has another kind of... settled feeling. As though it has weathered a thousand years."

"The divine soul carried fragments of memories and insights from past Wind Gods," Bibi Dong closed her eyes, seemingly sorting through the pieces that had flooded into her mind. "They aren't complete, but their understanding of laws and observations of the workings of heaven and earth have broadened my perception of the world far too much. The Rakshasa God's inheritance was more a bestowal of power and authority, while the Wind God's divine soul... was a baptism