The tremors of the realm gradually subsided, like the calm sea after a storm. Shen Jingqi let out a long breath, slowly stood upright, and could feel that the power within him, depleted from battle and tremors, was slowly recovering in a magical rhythm, like a stream awakening in spring, nourishing every inch of his muscles and bones.
He closed his eyes and began to recall every moment of activating the Eighth Consciousness in his mind. That life-and-death struggle with the Demons, every punch, every kick carried the determination of burning one's boat while attacking; the anxiety and persistence in the darkness seeking the Demon's weakness, every thought, every attempt was infused with a desire for victory; and the moment the Eighth Consciousness was activated, a powerful force surged into his body like a tide, as if opening a door to a whole new world. Every scene was so vivid, like a mark carved deep in his soul, making it unforgettable.
