Yan Yu listened intently, as if a ray of light had been pierced through his mind.
The origin of the soul...
He had never thought of it that way.
He lowered his head and planted a deep kiss on the girl's smooth forehead before carefully placing her in the soft bedding beside him and tucking her in.
"I'll give it a try."
He sat up straight and closed his eyes.
This time, he no longer struggled against the violent force in his mind.
He let go of everything.
Consciousness sank downwards, and further downwards...
Pierce through the fog of thought, transcend the senses of the body, to find that elusive yet real "self".
After an unknown amount of time, in the absolute darkness and silence, he "saw" a glimmer of light.
The light was faint, yet incredibly resilient, hovering at the core of his consciousness.
Like the only tranquility in an apocalyptic storm.
This is... his soul.
Yan Yu's heart stirred, and he carefully separated a barely perceptible wisp of thought from that ball of light.
Like an invisible spider silk, it stretches upwards.
Soon, the spider silk touched that familiar area—his raging, ocean-like mental energy.
That sea was still turbulent, filled with a desire for destruction and control.
But this time, his soul threads were not broken.
It simply pressed against it gently, without resisting or controlling, purely sensing.
Immediately afterwards, he began to silently recite the "Kun Yuan Golden Soul Technique" in his mind.
That thread of soul instantly transformed into an extremely subtle vortex, which began to slowly and cautiously draw people in.
A wisp of spiritual energy, thinner than a hair, was detached from the raging ocean and pulled into the small vortex along the thread of the soul.
The cultivation method is like a gentle millstone, grinding and refining this spiritual energy again and again.
The originally violent and aggressive energy gradually lost all its sharp edges under the operation of the technique, becoming gentle, mild, and full of spirituality.
It is no longer a knife.
It turned into a drop of water.
With a thought, Yan Yu slowly released this newly born "water"—his first wisp of divine consciousness—outward.
It didn't rush out domineeringly like spiritual power, but rather, like mercury spilling onto the ground, it silently merged into the surrounding air.
In an instant, an unprecedented and indescribable feeling overwhelmed him.
He didn't open his eyes.
But they "saw" everything.
He "saw" Ruan Tang lying on her side on the kang (a heated brick bed), breathing evenly and deeply, her long eyelashes casting a small, cute shadow under her eyes.
He could even "feel" the warmth emanating from her body, like a small heater, cozy and comforting.
He "saw" Xiao Bai on the table, happily munching on a sunflower seed, his little mustache twitching, and even the subtle "crackling" sound of the sunflower seed shell cracking echoed clearly in his mind.
He could even "see" the dust in the corner of the wall slowly floating under the light.
You can "hear" the subtle crackling sounds of firewood burning in the stove.
You can "smell" the sweet and glutinous fragrance that is unique to Ruan Tang floating in the air.
This perception is hundreds or thousands of times clearer than the five senses combined.
Three-dimensional, comprehensive, and all-encompassing.
It was as if the entire house, along with every breath and movement within it, had become an extension of his body, a realm he could touch and perceive.
Yan Yu slowly opened his eyes.
For the first time, an uncontrollable shock surged in those dark, unfathomable eyes.
turn out to be……
This is the true way to "see" the world.
He used to use his mental power, which was like using a cold ruler to measure the world.
And now, he is embracing the world with his soul.
Simply because she exists in this world. (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)
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