A subtle pressure flowed outward from him—
just enough that, if anyone sensitive stood near, they'd pause.
Astra clenched his fist slowly.
Spirit power answered.
So this… is Spirit Realm.
He'd stepped into the true path of cultivation.
No elder's help.
No sect resource.
No pity.
Just his second life
and a system that answered to his will.
Heavenly Pulse Breathing Art
The technique unfolded in his mind like a carefully drawn diagram.
Heavenly Pulse Breathing Art.
A foundational cultivation method—
except his was marked (Mutated).
Routes through the meridians were slightly altered, optimized to better fit his new physique and sealed bloodline.
He sat cross-legged right there in the courtyard, ignoring the dirt and faint blood stains.
He inhaled.
Spirit energy gently flowed toward him.
He exhaled.
It circulated, following the Heavenly Pulse pattern, reinforcing his new realm.
His breathing steadied.
Thoughts sharpened.
It wasn't fast—but it was smooth.
[Ding! Heavenly Pulse Breathing Art – Lv.1 (12/100)]
Astra opened his eyes slowly.
He could hear footsteps in the distance—disciples moving, chores, training.
Someone glanced toward him and frowned.