Half a month later.
The night sky over Sacred Pill City was especially brilliant. Countless stars studded the pitch-black curtain of night, reflecting one another's light and sparkling in dazzling splendor.
The moon hung high overhead, radiant and gentle. Like a bright mirror, the crescent moon hung against the dark night sky, spilling moonlight as clear as spring water from the heavens. Soft as freshly washed silk, it passed through the half-drawn curtains and flowed gracefully into a classically furnished room, adding a touch of radiance to the darkness that had settled with nightfall.
Inside the room, a young man in white sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion with his eyes closed. Bathed in moonlight, he was breathtakingly beautiful, like an immortal maiden beneath the moon.
Not the slightest ripple of energy surrounded him, yet he exuded an ethereal, otherworldly aura that made him seem illusory, as though he hovered between existence and nothingness.
As the gentle moonlight brushed his cheek like the tender caress of a moon goddess, his eyes, which had remained closed for half a month while his consciousness immersed itself in his soul sea, trembled slightly. Then, with a swish, they abruptly opened.
As his eyes opened, a fierce silver gleam flashed from them like the sharpest blade in the world, instantly striking the wall before him.
A violent crack rang out, and a distinct fissure appeared in the defensive ward he had personally laid down half a month earlier to seal off his aura.
*A soul at the pinnacle of the Spirit Realm, strengthened by Supreme Yin True Qi-even a casual exertion is almost more than my formation can withstand. It's on the verge of shattering. Not bad. Still, my soul realm advanced too far in one leap this time. It's a little difficult to