The Golden Crow Illusion let out a long cry, and the flames scattering from its twin wings merged into the heart of the great marsh like a rain of stars.
At that moment, the breathing rhythm of the entire great marsh reached an unprecedented level of coordination and unity. The amplitude of its contractions and expansions doubled!
HUMMM—
Xu Wuyi opened his eyes, raising a hand and making a grasping motion in the air.
Above his palm, a fist-sized, dark-gold sphere of water rapidly condensed and took form.
The sphere's surface was as smooth as a mirror, and the undercurrents swirling inside were nearly fifty percent faster than before. Its dense, heavy quality, which felt as if it could collapse space itself, had reached a new height.
'Compression ratio...' Xu Wuyi perceived the changes in his sea of consciousness and understood. 'Twenty percent.'
'A breakthrough, at last.'
