Half a month later, Su Jiu still slept peacefully on the ice bed, but the Ice Spiritual Qi around her suddenly surged.
In her dream, Su Jiu had no idea how long she had lingered in that void. She simply watched the flower bud shed its original gray, withered hue little by little. Once the bud and its stem had turned green again, a flash of silver light suddenly streaked before her.
Chu Luohen slowly opened his eyes where he sat meditating in the Ice Congealing Hall, while Chu Mojin hurried back from the Spirit Garden.
Before the wine gourd at his waist had even stopped swaying, he said, "That's outrageous. Are people with special physiques all this monstrous? Advancing in their sleep?"
Chu Luohen's gaze flickered. He, too, was somewhat surprised.
Meanwhile, the Ice Spiritual Qi surrounding Su Jiu grew increasingly dense until it broke through the critical threshold, carrying her into the seventh Qi Refining layer in one stroke. Yet even after she reached the seventh Qi Refining layer, her dantian did not stop circulating. With no conscious awareness, she made no deliberate effort to suppress her Cultivation Level, and her body's memory drove her straight toward the eighth Qi Refining layer.
She gradually regained consciousness and realized she was in the middle of advancing. Immediately, she adjusted her mindset and began circulating the Ice Spiritual Qi through her body in an orderly pattern.
After several full cycles, Su Jiu felt the bottleneck within her shatter once more with a pop. Her Cultivation Level broke through to the eighth Qi Refining layer, and she began drawing in the surrounding Ice Spiritual Qi.
What she failed to notice was that the shape of the tear mole at the corner of her left eye had begun to change ever so