The surge of energy within Xiao Ming reached a certain peak, rippling through his body like an unrelenting tide.
His heart pounded with a rhythm that resonated with the spirit qi around him, each beat drawing the realm's ambient energy into him.
He sat cross-legged, steady as a mountain, but within him, a powerful force was brewing. The air around him seemed to vibrate with anticipation.
The Mystic Realm's air itself seemed to hum in resonance. The surrounding spiritual qi condensed visibly, forming faint ribbons of multicolored light that spiraled toward him.
The energy was so dense that it shimmered like liquid starlight, weaving intricate patterns in the air before being absorbed into Xiao Ming's body.
The ground beneath him glowed faintly, the grass and flowers around him swaying as if in reverence to the power he was unleashing.