The heavenly tribulation dispersed, the dark clouds receded, and moonlight once again spilled over Divine Wind Island.
Wan Yao'er sat cross-legged in her secluded chamber for three full days before she completely stabilized the spiritual power surging within her.
She slowly opened her eyes, a gleam of silvery-white light flashing through them. Her bearing was utterly different from before her seclusion-if she had previously been an unsheathed sword, its edge fully exposed,
then now she was more like a bottomless lake, its surface calm and unruffled, yet holding vast power within.
She lowered her head to look at her hands and gently clenched her fists, feeling the immense spiritual power within her, far beyond that of the Golden Core Stage. A smile appeared at the corners of her lips.
"The power of the Nascent Soul Stage... truly extraordinary."
With a thought, she spread her divine sense outward, covering all of Divine Wind Island in an instant.
Every inch of land, every person, every flower and blade of grass on the island appeared clearly in her perception.
She could even "see" Chen Ming discussing matters with several Tribal Chiefs in the Council Hall, the disciples sparring on the Martial Practice Field, and the subtle movements of the spiritual herbs in the Medicine Garden as they drew in and released spiritual energy beneath the moonlight.
Divine sense at the Nascent Soul Stage was far more than ten times stronger than at the Golden Core Stage.
She withdrew her divine sense and rose to her feet. With a casual wave of her hand, the chamber doors slowly opened. Chen Ming stood outside, clearly having waited for a long time.
Chen Ming approached as he spoke, his tone sincere. "Fifteen years in seclusion, and now you've formed your Nascent Soul. Congratulations."
Wan Yao'er stepped