I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

At this moment, not only Ying Guangyuan felt confused and puzzled, even Zou Mubai, who was always calm and composed, showed an expression of disbelief.

He was well aware of the peculiarity of He Ronger's spiritual roots, which were rare and powerful, enough to make countless cultivators envious.

At the same time, he also knew that there was some unknown secret contained in He Ronger's blood, but he had never expected that it would cause such an amazing change at this moment.

Zou Mubai's heart was filled with worry and anxiety. He couldn't understand why He Ronger suddenly showed such a strong fluctuation of spiritual power at this moment.

You know, before this, although her cultivation progress was fast, she always maintained a steady and orderly rhythm, no different from ordinary people.

This scene was obviously beyond his expectations. He couldn't help but worry whether He Ronger could withstand the sudden impact of this force. He was even more worried about whether she would suffer backlash during her promotion.

Thinking of this, Zou Mubai could no longer suppress his inner anxiety. He did not bother to explain further to Ying Guangyuan. With a flash of his body, he rushed into the cave like a ghost.

He must personally confirm He Ronger's safety and ensure that she can successfully overcome the difficulties of this promotion.

Inside the cave, He Ronger was concentrating with his eyes closed, immersing himself completely in the ocean of spiritual energy.

The air around her seemed to be ignited, and rich spiritual energy surged wildly, forming brilliant rays of light that enveloped her entire body.

He Ronger closed her eyes and concentrated in the vortex, feeling everything happening in her body, as if she was in a wonderful and complex energy vortex.

Streams of pure and powerful spiritual energy, like small streams gathering into rivers and seas, continuously flowed into her body. Every strand contained the vitality of life and the gift of nature.

These spiritual energies shuttled through her meridians, nourishing every inch of her skin and every cell, making her feel full and strong like never before.

However, within this warm and comfortable torrent of spiritual energy, there is also an indescribable power.

It was not as gentle and clear as spiritual power, but rather had a hint of mystery and unknown. This power silently penetrated through her skin barrier, as if it had spirituality, automatically searching for the best path, and finally gathered in her tendons and dantian.

The feeling this strange thing gave her was completely different from spiritual power.

It did not give her warmth and comfort like spiritual power, but instead was like a cold current, with a hint of chilliness, silently penetrating into her tendons and dantian.

However, this cold power did not bring any discomfort. Instead, it cleverly neutralized the burning sensation caused by the surge of spiritual energy, allowing her body to reach a delicate state of balance.

She tried to sense the essence of this power, but found that it seemed to have a natural fit with her body, as if it was a part of her.

As this power was absorbed, she could clearly feel her tendons becoming stronger and her dantian becoming more stable, as if a new power was taking root in her body, ready to shine brightly one day in the future.

At this moment, she seemed to have experienced a baptism of body and mind, and gained a deeper understanding and insight into the way of cultivation.

After a long wait of about a quarter of an hour, the surging spiritual power around He Ronger that almost tore the space apart finally returned to tranquility like the surface of a lake caressed by a spring breeze.

Her tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, then slowly opened, her eyes flashing with determination and relief after surviving a calamity, as if she had experienced a baptism deep in her soul.

Inside the cave, the air molecules that had originally seemed disordered due to the agitation of spiritual energy returned to order, and the strange light no longer flashed on the surrounding stone walls. Everything returned to its former silence and tranquility.

At this time, Ying Guangyuan stood at the entrance of the cave, his eyes penetrating the sparse vines and mottled light and shadows, and keenly captured the subtle changes in the cave.

He let out a long breath, feeling both curious about the unknown and worried about He Ronger's safety, so he carefully stepped forward and wanted to go in to find out.

However, just as he was about to step completely into the cave, an inadvertent look up froze his movements instantly.

Outside the cave, the sky, which should have been extremely dark and filled with heavy fog, now became a beautiful night sky dotted with stars.

This sudden scene was completely different from the one he remembered. He couldn't help but freeze in his tracks, feeling an indescribable shock and confusion in his heart.

"How could this happen?" Ying Guangyuan murmured to himself, his voice full of surprise and confusion.

The isolated island where Wan Jingzong is located has been shrouded in fog for thousands of years. Not to mention looking at the night sky, staying outdoors for a long time on ordinary days will make people feel chest tightness and shortness of breath.

What's going on today?

Why is the fog gone?

His brows were furrowed, his eyes moving back and forth between the dim sky and the cave which was gradually returning to calm, he was thinking secretly in his heart.

Suddenly he remembered the gray thing that had just flowed into the cave along with the spiritual power, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Could it be that boy who did it?"

He opened his mouth in surprise, looking at the clear night sky above his head and the few twinkling stars hanging in the night sky, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

At the same time, in the front mountain of Wanjing Sect, an unusual atmosphere of excitement was quietly spreading.

Some of the disciples in the sect, who had walked out of the training room by chance or finished a day's work, gathered at the open space in the center of the sect. Their eyes were directed over the rooftops to the sky that was once shrouded in thick fog and out of reach.

"Look, am I dazzled? Those twinkling dots are actually the stars I haven't seen for a long time!"

A young disciple pointed to the sky, his voice full of disbelief and surprise, as if he had discovered the most precious treasure in the world.

"Yes, I saw it too!" another older disciple echoed, his eyes gleaming with memories, "I have practiced on this island for more than a hundred years, facing that chaotic sky day after day. Tonight, I can see the stars so clearly. It's really a miracle!"

"Oh, really! The fog above our heads has actually disappeared!"

Another disciple exclaimed, gesturing with his hands, with an incredible smile on his face, "This is not a dream, this is real! We are free, and we don't have to be disturbed by those miasma anymore. Our path of cultivation will be smoother!"

As soon as these words came out, the disciples around nodded in agreement, their faces filled with joy that was difficult to conceal.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with curiosity and yearning for the unknown world, as well as a firm hope for the sect's future.