He had finally reached the Grandmaster Realm.
Xu Wuyi's consciousness withdrew from his sea of consciousness, and he slowly opened his eyes. The sunlight was just right, filtering through the branches and leaves of the old locust tree and casting a warm glow over his body.
He looked down at his hands. They were the same hands—skin, bones, and flesh—without any changes. But he knew that everything was different now.
He stood up, walked to the center of the courtyard, and looked up at the sky, which was fragmented by the locust tree's leaves. Then, with a slight shift of his mind, a surge of power welled up from the depths of his sea of consciousness. It was a power he had never experienced before—not the scorching heat of Flame or the crushing weight of Gravity, but something far purer and more primal.
