No matter how fiercely she struck, no matter how many times she hurled her strength at him, the result never changed. Again and again, the clash ended the same way.“I admire your spirit,” Ngwan Le said, floating effortlessly in the empty sky where the shattered ground no longer existed. Their battle had long since risen into the air. “But in this state, you are no match for me.”A faint, almost nostalgic sigh slipped past his lips. “My family’s martial art… This is exactly why I avoided using it after perfecting it. Even back then, I didn’t bother with their version.”His gaze sharpened. “To unleash the improved form, I must convert all my power into a single force—Precise Strength.” All except that strange power, he reminded himself silently.The girl glared at him, panting between each word. “Your explanation tells me nothing!”Ngwan Le blinked. “Ah… you’re right.” He nodded mildly. “As I said, this state comes from complete conversion. In it, I can rely only on strength called pre

The sky turned into a harrowing, translucent white, shimmering like the surface of the creation of a new world. In that same heartbeat, the edgeless pillars of the Immortal Fairy Realm—monoliths that had stood silent for eons—ignited with a blinding, celestial radiance.“The formation of a complete Crystal Physique! Whispered some fairies.At the center of the storm, Ngwan Le rose.Light power, surging from every corner of the void and nowhere at all, converged upon him. It clung to his skin, weaving into his marrow as he drifted upward, his body suspended forty centimeters above the earth.He felt the hum of power in his veins and smirked. The first level of the Homogenous Crystal Physique: The Crystal Light Physique firmation.“There shouldn't be a single fragment left,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar of energy. “They’ve compleyely merged in other to form this physique.”He closed his eyes and felt it. The physique was formed, yet it felt hollow—a vessel waitin

One week had passed since Ngwan Le’s battle with the mysterious fairy.And now, he sat inside the classroom, facing his professor for the third—and final—lesson.The professor stared at him for a long moment before letting out a sigh.“I truly believed I would need to explain this lesson in every detail,” he said. “Yet… it seems unnecessary.”Only one week, he thought. And I already feel useless.His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Ngwan Le. How could this boy have formed a Crystal Light Flower so quickly? Even if it had not yet bloomed, such progress....Ngwan Le remained silent.The professor pulled a chair forward and sat directly in front of him.“The Seed of Light within you,” he said slowly, “has already grown into a Crystal Light Flower.”Just one week—from seed to maturity and then evolution. “Still,” he continued, standing up once more, “there are still some fundamental knowledge you must learn.”He turned and walked toward the white wall in front of him. When his finger

"First connection, soul separation." Was what he said lastly.The next day arrived without sunrise.It simply happened—as though the world had turned a page in silence, and Ngwan Le had been written into a new line of fate.He stood before the place she had spoken of, yet no guards, no gates.Only a publicity pannelIt was absurdly plain—two long iron supports driven deep into the ground, the space between them wide enough for five massive eight-wheeled trucks to pass through side by side. A doorway that wasn’t a doorway. An entrance that didn’t bother to pretend it was meant for people.And this… this was the place where he was supposed to come take his “bath.”Ngwan Le narrowed his eyes.There wasn’t even a door to open.Through the hollow between the iron legs, he could clearly see the other side—empty land stretching on, wind drifting over the lowest floating island like a sigh.Yet that wasn’t the strangest part.It wasn’t the only signboard.There were more.Hundreds… no—thousan

The pool was anything but quiet.It brimmed with murmurs—layer upon layer of voices weaving together like drifting mist. Some disciples spoke excitedly about the sensations they had felt upon bathing in the liquefied light. Others indulged in their own fantasies. And then there were those who whispered with barely concealed awe about Ngwan Le—about the uproar he had caused.“May I ask you a question?” The voice came from the figure closest to his left.Ngwan Le turned his head slightly. The boy hesitated, clearly wrestling with himself. Should I say it… or should I not?“Speak,” Ngwan Le said calmly.“For you… what does all this mean?”The words fell into the pool like a pebble.Many did not even hear them—not because they were unwilling, but because their minds were already drowned in the restless muttering that filled the air. As for those who did hear, confusion flickered across their faces. A simple question mark formed in their thoughts before they turned away, choosing instead t