This faint yet pure strand of spiritual power was like invisible tentacles, cautiously reaching out and slowly winding around the "Virtual Spirit Source phantom" that Gu Sheng had deliberately simulated with his ninth-grade Divine Sense and infused with a small amount of residual essence.
Though this phantom was merely an empty shell and scraps left behind after Gu Sheng had extracted nearly ninety-nine percent of its essence, its form and fluctuations still somewhat resembled those of a true Virtual Spirit Source. More importantly, the remaining spiritual power within it was already as tasteless as chicken ribs to Gu Sheng, whose spiritual power had completed its third refinement and fully solidified.
Yet for Gu Yuanyuan, who had only just embarked on the path of cultivating her sea of consciousness, it was precisely the perfect nourishing supplement—gentle and easy to absorb, without being so pure and vast that it would instantly burst through the fragile barriers of her sea of consciousness.
Guided by Gu Yuanyuan's spiritual power, the phantom transformed into strands of soft silver light that streamed through her brow and trickled into her newly formed sea of consciousness.
Gu Yuanyuan's body trembled lightly, and an expression of comfort and bewilderment appeared on her face. It was as though parched earth had been nourished by spring rain, or like an ignorant child seeing some mysterious world within herself clearly for the first time.
"Steady your mind. Guide it slowly, and let this spiritual power naturally merge into your sea of consciousness, strengthen its barriers, and nourish its source. Do not be greedy, nor should you rush."
Gu Sheng's voice sounded at just the right moment, calm and soothing, like a pillar that held the sea steady.
Gu Yuanyuan followed his instructions. Her breathing gradually became long and even as she immersed