The journey back to the Jade Phoenix Pavilion was a blur of silver light and rushing wind. Every step Shen Yu took felt different, it seemed to yield to his path, the very earth vibrating in recognition of its new master.
His senses, now honed by the Stage of Perfection, allowed him to feel the heartbeat of the nature itself. The air, once a mere medium for breathing, now felt like a rich tapestry of elemental energies he could pluck like the strings of a lute.
Most shocking of all was the premature awakening of his Spirit Sense. Typically, the ability to project one's qi into the surroundings was a hallmark of the Foundation Establishment realm, a mental eye that saw through walls and shadows alike.
A standard 1st-Stage Foundation cultivator could barely muster a radius of 2.5 meters, a fragile bubble of awareness
