Where Are You Going?

Dyon's eyes became sharper. Although Clara's primordial yin wasn't much now, as a woman with so good soul talent, even with her energy and body cultivation locked, the energy she provided was the purest of the pure.

He could feel her aurora flames coursing through his body, tapping awake veins of blood that had laid dormant for months before revitalizing the beating of his heart.

And then… The orbs fell.

Dyon and Clara's heart beats stalled, freezing them in time as one clung to the other. Motes of light danced along their skin, filling the room with blinding hues.

It felt like everything within them was rearranging. Confusing and foreign concepts became simple, odd and abstract wills became as easy as breathing, and their bodies… transformed…

It was clear by now just what kind of concept having the accumulated talent of billions for soul cultivation. Unmatched will stamina and comprehension, otherworldly manifestations, and exceedingly domineering intelligence.