Late at night, Hongfu Garden.
The moon hung in the sky like a fox's eye, gazing indifferently at the mortal world.
Inside the room, Zhang Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, silver-white moonlight draped over his body, rising and falling with his breath, every pore opening and closing.
Today was extraordinary for him—not only had he mastered the Fire Dragon Pill Sword and truly become a member of the Spirit Department, but he'd also gained something more.
Though he hadn't yet unraveled the mysteries behind the Great Spirit Sect King's divine statue, its shattering seemed somehow fortuitous, especially at the instant when his Primordial Spirit entered the statue and was struck by lightning; his spirit seemed to undergo a subtle transformation.
At this moment, within his Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery, Zhang Fan's spirit glimmered with a faint light that pierced the surrounding confusion and darkness; before him, a golden Dharma Seal floated, appearing to forge a mysterious link.
