Daylight fell into the quiet room. All around was silence.
Tang Qingye sat cross-legged on the bed.
His spiritual power had already reached the Spirit Abyss Realm, like an abyss, like a prison, spanning the blue heavens and the Yellow Springs below. It searched the heavens above and the underworld below; wherever his thoughts reached, all things returned to his heart. His Sea of Consciousness was dark and profound, like a bottomless abyss, with vast quantities of spiritual power drifting within the gloom.
With a thought, the ancient, unadorned Gourd at his waist rose into the air. Its mouth opened, and a large mass of emerald-green Gold of Life flowed out.
After repeated tempering within the Gourd, the rare treasure had become a pool of jade-green Spirit Liquid. Tang Qingye drew the entire mass forward and pressed it against the space between his brows.
Life force surged from the Spirit Liquid, pouring inward in its entirety without the slightest leakage. His body felt as though it were being forged in raging flames. His bones gave off muffled rumbles, and his flesh repeatedly shattered and reformed.
He clenched his teeth, keeping his consciousness clear. The Spirit Liquid penetrated through the space between his brows and rushed toward his abyssal, prison-like Sea of Consciousness.
Boom! A muffled crash sounded, and his Sea of Consciousness shook violently.
Countless fissures split the abyss-dark Sea of Consciousness. Its barriers shattered, and its space expanded madly outward. The old, shadowy landscape dissipated bit by bit, becoming a boundless, milky-white spiritual space.
At the center of his Sea of Consciousness, a great blue-green lake took shape. Its waters churned, and rich life essence filled the entire space. The whole mass of Gold of Life merged into his body.
Part of its power cleansed his sinews, bones, and