The golden vortex began to shrink, collapsing in on itself as it was sucked into Yu Qingyan's body.
The pressure became infinite. Then, a chiming sound that resonated in the surroundings happened.
The vortex vanished after revolving too many times to count.
In its place, in the center of her middle dantian, a flawless golden sphere now hovered. It pulsed with a steady, profound rhythm, like the heartbeat of a newborn star. It was inscribed with the intricate, natural patterns of the Dao, a testament to its perfection.
The Golden Core.
The oppressive pressure vanished, replaced by a wave of profound, tranquil power that washed through Yu Qingyan's body, healing, strengthening, and elevating her.
She opened her eyes. The world looked different. Sharper. More vibrant. She could see the flow of spiritual energy in the air, the life force humming in the ethereal grass.
She had stepped into a new realm of existence.
