Though she had only just advanced, Su Jiu felt none of the discomfort that should have come with an unstable cultivation realm. It was as though she had spent a long time consolidating it already; everything felt perfectly natural. Apart from the stronger aura within her, there seemed to be no other change.
Innate origin qi seeped out of Su Jiu's body, but instead of dispersing, it remained firmly wrapped around her. The sword in her hand, too, seemed to have gained a coating of ethereal radiance as the innate origin qi suffused it.
That layer of radiance concealed much of the sword's sharpness, yet it would never let anyone underestimate the blade.
Everyone knew that spiritual qi had elemental attributes, but few knew that innate origin qi had none.
Thus, when innate origin qi replaced the original ice-element spiritual qi, its color grew lighter, becoming a lustrous, gentle white.
At first glance, it resembled the lingering glow around moonlight, without the slightest hint of aggression.
The petals at the corner of Su Jiu's eye now gleamed with the same luminous white as her sword's radiance. Previously, the mark there had been pale enough to escape notice, but after this awakening, no one would ever overlook those seven petals again.
Faint streams of light slowly flowed among the luminous white petals, making the expression on Su Jiu's transcendent, exquisite face seem all the more detached and distant.
As Su Jiu passed him with her sword in hand, Yun Huanling could not resist turning to look at the person he had missed for so long.
That glance held wonder, but little joy.
An invisible distance kept widening between them.
At last, a bitter smile crept onto Yun Huanling's lips.
Before advancing to Spirit Transformation, he had not understood why there was