In the Cultivation Room of the Han Guang Glaze Residence, Song Ciwan sat cross-legged. As her Lifespan broke through the third cosmic cycle, a torrent of Spiritual Light surged and grew within her mind.
At this moment, it was as if a universe of stars was colliding, being born and dying within her body, bursting forth with the most sublime sparks in existence.
It was a realm she could never have reached before.
"Heaven and Earth are the firewood; the flesh is the furnace."
"To see myself is to see Heaven and Earth."
"A single mote of flesh and blood can transform into a star."
"The birth and death of flesh and blood is like the birth and death of the stars."
"I am Heaven and Earth, I am the Cosmos!"
…
In a distant, unknown world, it was as if a familiar voice was softly reciting in her ear.
It sounded like a voice from the void, but even more like her own.
No, that was clearly her own voice!
