The center of the cross formed by the eyes, brows, forehead, and bridge of the nose was regarded by Soul Masters as the spiritual root of heaven and earth, the dwelling place of the spirit-the ancestral aperture, the ancestral qi, a treasure beyond price.
At the same time, it was also where the Sea of Consciousness lay. Bringing their Seas of Consciousness close together naturally became the simplest, most effortless way for the two to transfer spiritual power.
Gu Qingnian's spiritual power slowly flowed into Wang Dong's body. By now, his spiritual power was already extraordinary, and his control over it was exquisitely precise.
Wang Dong felt warmth between her brows, followed by a faint mental haze, as though everything had become unreal. Then she felt an intense sensation of being scrutinized, of being laid utterly bare beneath another's gaze.
Yet Wang Dong also found it exceedingly gentle, as though someone were softly brushing against her.
Guided by his will, Gu Qingnian's spiritual power entered Wang Dong's Sea of Consciousness. Within moments, he saw a pale expanse of gold. After sensing it briefly, he found that her spiritual power was weaker than his by an immeasurable margin.
Gu Qingnian went no deeper, stopping there as though waiting for something.
After a long while, an ethereal presence drifted toward him, carrying a trace of something akin to primordial chaos. It seemed to be waiting for Gu Qingnian's spiritual power to receive it, and the instant it touched his power, it distinctly revealed its excitement.
The next moment, the two converged. A thought stirred in Gu Qingnian's mind, and both released an even finer thread of spiritual power, leaving a trace within Wang Dong's Sea of Consciousness.
Then both strengthened their presences slightly. Within the Sea of Consciousness, a strange barrier slowly