Tian Wei had slept with the innocence of a newborn, cradled by the tender embrace of satin sheets and a plump pillow that cocooned his weary muscles. He woke up refreshed and well rested.
As he ventured towards the door, a gust of invigorating air rushed to greet him, a breath of renewal that whispered promises of a rejuvenated day. The sun's radiant beams, veiled by the ethereal haze of low-lying clouds on Mount Fungwan, failed to dim the aura of freshness and vitality that permeated the air.
Meandering through the surroundings, Tian Wei stumbled upon a tranquil courtyard, beckoning him to indulge in the art of cultivation.
Seated upon a weathered stone platform, he surrendered his being to the untamed energy of the esteemed Mount Fungwan, a raw and potent Chi that surged through his being like the elixir of immortality.
With each surge, it coursed through his veins and meridians, meticulously refining his mortal existence, as if an alchemist meticulously distilling the essence of his being. With each refinement, his cultivation ascended, inching ever closer to the precipice of the next cycle of tempered veins.
Seated upon the ancient platform, Tian Wei exuded an ethereal aura, casting the surroundings into a shimmering mirage that mirrored the scorching intensity of a blazing inferno. The very air quivered in response, succumbing to the turbulent dance of the morning breeze that encircled him.
Like moths drawn to a mesmerizing flame, the servants congregated, their eyes fixated upon Tian Wei, their gazes transfixed by the raw, untamed chi that surged into him, as if being devoured by an insatiable abyss.
Never before had they witnessed such a magnificent spectacle of chi refinement and cultivation rate, a sight that left them awestruck and bewildered.
Whispers fluttered through the gathering, as the servants pondered the origins of this enigmatic figure. Those who hadn't witnessed Tian Wei's arrival at the Light Pavilion, Xuan Yi's esteemed residence, wondered at the purpose of his visit to a place rarely graced by outsiders.
As the crowd swelled within the open court, the servants, their voices hushed, wove intricate tales and conjectures, attempting to unravel the enigma that was Tian Wei. Some, having caught a glimpse of his arrival alongside Xuan Yi, speculated that he must be a distinguished guest of the Xuan clan, a personage of great significance.
In a breathtaking display, Tian Wei's eyes, which had remained sealed in deep meditation, erupted like a pair of furious suns, unleashing a scorching flame that engulfed the very essence of his being. His body crackled with a radiant golden chi, causing the very air to quiver in trepidation. A seismic shockwave rippled through the hallowed pavilion, leaving in its wake a sense of terror that seeped into the very fibers of existence. The very ground beneath him trembled, ancient trees swaying in a desperate retreat in the terror of his power.
The pent-up energy, long confined within the depths of his bones, surged forth with an unstoppable force, igniting a chain reaction that transformed his skeletal structure into a mysterious alloy of heavenly golden metal. Its strength surpassed that of mere titanium, reducing the once mighty material to nothing but fragile straw in comparison.
The mesmerized servants, who had been mere onlookers to the spectacle, were uprooted from their very feet, cast several meters away by the sheer force of the unleashed energy.
Even the aged figures, gathered in solemn conclave within the distant grand hall, their white robes pristine and mutable, were not immune to the overwhelming surge that swept through the air, their senses momentarily disrupted by the raw power that coursed through the very fabric of their being.
"True Spirit!" exclaimed one of the elders, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and trepidation, his senses instantly sharpened by the spectacle unfolding before him.
"Yet, why does it evoke such a sense of terror?" pondered another elder, her thoughts spoken aloud, as the ripples of energy seemed to tear through the very fabric of their flesh and bones, leaving an unsettling sensation in their wake.
As Tian gracefully ascended, his body buoyed by the ethereal currents, he opened himself to the influx of even more energy, causing the very earth to be drawn towards him, as if he were a celestial vortex. The denizens of Fungwan Mountain, every being attuned to the ebb and flow of chi, felt the stifling grip of their life force being constricted, as if their very essence were being choked and stifled.
Then, like a cataclysmic eruption, his chi surged forth once more, a second resounding ripple cascading through the mountain, shaking the very foundation of the earth. Accompanying this surge of power was an indescribable terror, as his immortal soul, in a complex transformation, bound itself even more tightly to his mortal flesh. The energy wave, like a force of nature, carried with it an intense heat, capable of reducing the world to smoldering ashes.
Were it not for the formidable fortifications of Mount Fungwan and its surrounding enchantments, the binding spells and ceaseless energy that held everything together and continuously mended the land, it felt as though the entire realm would have been consumed by an all-consuming inferno.
In the hallowed chamber of the elders' council, those few remaining elders who had yet to stand in shock were abruptly jolted from their seats, their flesh marinated in a mortal terror that seeped into their very bones, as the shockwave reverberated through their beings.
"This... this strength, this energy, it is beyond the realms of this world," stammered one of the elders, his voice trembling with a mix of astonishment and womder, his words barely escaping his quivering lips. It was an old woman, her eyes wide with a blend of wisdom and trepidation, who dared to voice the unspoken truth.
The surge of energy, like a tempest unleashed, seemed to emanate from every direction, enveloping the very essence of their surroundings. Its origin, shrouded in a veil of consuming terror, remained a mystery.
In a synchronized motion, the elders propelled themselves skyward, their bodies soaring like celestial birds, their collective gaze scanning around. Their purpose was clear - to uncover the elusive source of this spine-chilling disturbance. Whose immortal presence had graced this hallowed place?
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I feel like this is among the few chapters, whose title is relevant.
Brace yourselves, there's a lot coming up.
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