To his greater surprise, the world before him seemed more vivid and bright than ever before.
It was like a veil had been lifted, revealing the world in its true, vibrant colors.
Xu Yunfan subconsciously pressed his temples. The skin his fingertips touched was trembling slightly.
The drifting paths of moss spores on the steps before the ancient Buddha Hall, the writhing frequency of an earthworm beneath the ground, the hairline cracks inside the bronze bell on the eaves' corner.
These details, which normally required deliberate focus to capture, now flooded his consciousness like a torrential downpour.
At this moment, countless memories of his Cultivation suddenly manifested in his mind.
He saw himself living in a hut on a mountain peak for ten years. Every day at 3:00 AM, he would stand on a sheer cliff to watch the sea of clouds surge and recede, hoping to comprehend the world's impression upon his own heart and achieve a spiritual transformation.
