The moment Qingyi clicked to upgrade his lineage and constitution to the divine grade, a level that should have placed his talent on par with many geniuses from the central region, he froze.
The world around him shifted, but not as it had during his previous breakthrough, when he had been drawn into the sea of consciousness.
His vision darkened. A terrible pain seized every fiber of his body, bones cracking and reforming, flesh tearing only to knit itself back together in the same instant.
An inhuman sound escaped his throat, more like the growl of a beast than the voice of a man.
His Qi transformed, climbing in level and density, his reserves multiplying thousands of times in a single second.
When Qingyi's eyes finally opened, he found himself in a strange place.
