Song-Style Courtyard House, quiet chamber.
Spiritual energy so dense it had condensed into liquid formed tiny vortices within the chamber.
Chen Lin sat cross-legged at the center of the formation.
His chest rose and fell with extreme slowness. Each breath drained every droplet of spiritual energy within ten meters.
In his sea of consciousness, the Bodhi Seed gave off a faint, clarifying glow. Within his dantian, the nascent soul whose eyes had been tightly shut had grown a full size larger. Its features were identical to Chen Lin's, carrying a cold severity that commanded respect without a hint of anger.
Chen Lin formed a strange hand seal.
The true essence within his meridians began compressing and purifying at a furious pace. As the last supreme-grade spirit stone in the formation eye crumbled into ash, Chen Lin abruptly opened his eyes.
The nascent soul in his dantian opened its eyes in unison. Its tiny mouth parted, releasing a soundless shriek.
Boom!
A muffled roar came from within Chen Lin's body. An invisible wave of true essence erupted from his skin, forcing cracks across the refined steel walls covered in array patterns around the chamber.
Late nascent soul.
It had come naturally.
Chen Lin rose without suppressing his aura. The pressure of late nascent soul spread upward along the earth veins. His divine sense unfurled instantly like an invisible net.
Ten thousand meters. Fifty thousand meters. One hundred thousand meters.
Only when it had expanded to a radius of one hundred and fifty kilometers did it finally stop.
Within those one hundred and fifty kilometers, the veins of fallen leaves, ants crawling a hundred meters underground, the broken blades of cultivators on Ten-Thousand-Fathom Peak-every detail stood out with perfect clarity, all within Chen Lin's grasp.
The strength of his divine sense had