Heng Zhen's body was no longer the same.
The muscles that had reformed were not merely strong—they were attuned.His bones weren't just hardened—they pulsed with a harmonious rhythm.And his breath… no longer just pulled in air,but guided Yuanqi,as if his body had become part of the world itself.
He opened his eyes slowly.
Everything felt… different.The color of the leaves was deeper,the wind's voice clearer,even the ground beneath his feet seemed to whisper softly in the pulse of life.
"This isn't just recovery," he murmured."My body has become a vessel… not for power, but for living Qi."
Yuanqi was unlike the disruptive, raging Chaosqi.It did not force, did not press.It waited.It listened.Then it flowed.And Heng Zhen's once-wounded body had become its home.
As he stood, his steps felt light—almost too light.He glanced at his reflection in a puddle of rainwater still resting between scattered stones.
That face…
No longer the weathered man in his forties, carved harshly by time—…but the calm face of a man in his twenties.Firm, but unburdened.As though stepping into the world for the first time.
His hair, once streaked with white,now flowed black and smooth past his shoulders.His skin wasn't just restoredit was reshaped from within,blended with the quiet power now flowing beneath its surface.
Yet those eyes—remained unchanged.The eyes of someone who had fallen,failed,and chosen to rise again.
Within, in the depths of his newly formed Dantian,Yuanqi gathered in a gentle spiral.It turned slowly,like a flower petal drifting atop a still lake.Not solid yet.Not complete.But unmistakably—a seed of the future.The foundation of what comes next.
"My realm now… Zhùjī,"he whispered, closing his eyes."Foundation of body, foundation of mind."
But the world did not remain silent.
Subtle tremors rippled outward.The world observed.Even Chaosqi, lingering in the far distance, began to retreat—not in fear,but in incompatibility.
For the first time,Yuanqi stood alone.
Elsewhere—beyond the edge of the origin dimension—Li Yuan sat cross-legged in the void.
His eyes were closed,but his smile curved faintly.
"So swiftly he walks,"he whispered."That body is no longer merely human.It is becoming a knot…the first knot of living Qi."
And the understanding he once relinquishedshivered faintly.
A fragment of his ancient power dispersed silently,becoming a hidden guardian for the path now opened.
With a new body,and Qi born from silence,Heng Zhen's true journey had begun.