"This is perceiving the elements in tangible form." Xu Qingjia had gained a general understanding of his condition. From Leng Yaozhu's teachings and the records in the books, he knew he had reached the pinnacle of his current realm.
He lowered his head to examine himself. Countless ink-dark motes of light swirled around his skin like dust, radiating an aura of death that instinctively repelled living creatures, yet held an indescribably profound resonance. Around his arms, icy-blue and fiery-red halos intertwined in brilliant splendor. The two powers traveled up along his arms, finally meeting at a point on his spine, where they merged into a gentle, pure current of energy that slowly nourished every limb and bone.
Driven by this power, the remaining medicinal potency of the Ice-Fire Immortal Herb within him was seeping into every inch of his flesh more efficiently.
At last, a corner of the veil concealing the true world lifted before his eyes.
"How does it feel?" A gentle voice sounded beside him, accompanied by a familiar, delicate fragrance.
Leng Yaozhu had appeared at his side without him noticing and stood there quietly. She still wore her long house dress, its soft fabric following the curves of her figure. Her hair was loosely pinned up, with a few strands falling beside her neck, lending her an air of languid charm. Her phoenix eyes rested on him, holding gratification, pride, and a trace of complicated emotion that only she understood.
"A wondrous world." Xu Qingjia withdrew his gaze and sighed softly.
"You've now firmly established yourself in the upper reaches of the spirit abyss realm and touched the threshold of the spirit domain realm." Leng Yaozhu moved two steps closer, her voice gentle as water, yet carrying a distinct intimacy. "What you need to do next is