The night was quiet, the moonlight hazy.
She Xilu sat cross-legged on her bed, facing the calligraphy that read, "Threads accumulate into inches; inches accumulate without cease, until they become yards and bolts," as she amassed spiritual power at a terrifying speed.
With talent unrivaled across the Three Realms and this miraculous piece of calligraphy, she needed only five days to fill her reserves of spiritual power, even at the Second Heavenly Pass.
A few days earlier, she had filled her First Heavenly Pass reserves in just three days.
The gap between the First and Second Heavenly Passes was enormous, but as her cultivation advanced, the calligraphy grew more effective as well. Thus, even the Second Heavenly Pass took far less time than she had imagined.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, She Xilu felt her consciousness waver slightly, as though some unseen message had poured into her mind. A hazy image she had seen before abruptly surfaced in her thoughts.
-it was a man with sharp features, a slightly dark complexion, and eyebrows like sword blades, surrounded by dark, unfathomable black flames.
Yet the next moment, the image dissolved into an illusory mist, then gathered again to form a new scene.
In that hazy, unreal image, everything was shrouded in misty golden light. A golden palm as enormous as a mountain was slowly descending from the sky. A huge golden "卍" was visible at its center, as though it meant to crush her beneath it. Meanwhile, a dazzling streak of sword light danced through the air, repeatedly striking the enormous golden palm, but every attack proved futile.
In the end, the enormous palm blotting out the sky filled her vision and descended with unstoppable force!
"Ah!"
She Xilu snapped her eyes open and instinctively shrank back. Her heart still pounding, she took several