She didn't know how much time had passed, but when Bibi Dong woke up, the windows of Heart of Fire Pavilion were already open, and faint sunlight streamed in, causing her eyes to narrow like crescent moons.
The early light of dawn poured gently through the wooden lattice windows, scattering across the interior like soft golden threads. Dust motes drifted lazily in the air, illuminated by the sunlight, giving the entire pavilion a quiet, almost dreamlike atmosphere. Outside, the faint rustling of leaves and the distant sway of cherry blossoms could still be felt, as if the entire space remained connected to that earlier strange phenomenon.
There was no strange odor within the pavilion; the ice jade bed was covered with various precious flowers and plants, swaying gracefully and emitting a faint, refreshing fragrance. The arrangement was careful and deliberate, as though someone had spent great effort ensuring comfort and stability, using natural energies to soothe both body and spirit.
Her clothes were neat and tidy, without the slightest disarray, which made this beautiful woman have a fleeting illusion:
Could it be... everything that happened with Teacher Xin was just a dream?
In fact, nothing happened?
That thought lingered only for a moment. The stillness of her surroundings, the lingering warmth in her body, and the faint traces of energy circulating within her all told her otherwise. Reality and memory overlapped, refusing to be separated so easily.
It wasn't until she noticed a few torn marks on her purple dress and sensed the fullness within her body that a faint smile finally appeared on Bibi Dong's slightly pale face, which seemed to have endured a great battle and was drenched in sweat:
"It's real, all of it is real!"
Her voice was soft, almost whisper-like, but it carried a strange certainty, as if confirming something deeply personal within herself.
"Were these flowers prepared by Teacher Xin? What a wonderful experience. He really... is very gentle."
Her gaze shifted slowly across the pavilion. The carefully arranged flowers were not merely decorative; they carried a subtle flow of spirit energy, stabilizing her weakened condition and nourishing her depleted vitality. Even without fully understanding the process, she could feel the intention behind it—precision mixed with restraint, control balanced with care.
Bibi Dong's muddled mind instantly cleared quite a bit. Looking at the surrounding blooming flowers and plants, a sense of happiness spontaneously arose within her.
She inwardly examined her condition and found that her body was very weak. The power of the 100,000-year Spirit Bone and spirit ring had been stripped away. Her spirit power had dropped by more than two levels, now fluctuating between level ninety-six and ninety-seven.
The sensation of such a decline was not unfamiliar to her, but it still carried a weight that could not be ignored. For someone at her level, even a small drop in spirit power represented a significant loss of accumulated foundation. Her strength, presence, and pressure in battle had all been subtly reduced.
However, Teacher Xin did not lie to her. Although she lost the 100,000-year Spirit Bone and spirit ring, and her spirit power decreased, her life was not in danger, her pulse was very calm, and she felt that her mental force and the quality of her spirit power had actually become stronger.
This realization made her pause.
The changes were subtle but undeniable. Her spiritual energy felt more refined, as if impurities had been stripped away, leaving behind something purer and more stable. Her mental perception was clearer, and even the flow of her spirit power felt more controlled, more responsive to her will.
In her spiritual sea, the darkness had been mostly dispelled. Originally, there was only the protection of a single cherry blossom petal, but now the cherry blossom petal had taken root, was growing vigorously, blooming into flower buds, and opening its stamens, illuminating half of her Sea of Consciousness.
The once oppressive darkness no longer dominated her inner world. Instead, it was being pushed back gradually, not by force alone, but by a quiet and persistent transformation. The cherry blossom energy that had once been a mere fragment of protection had now evolved into something far more profound—alive, rooted, and expanding.
It spread gently through her spiritual sea like a living symbol of renewal, its presence neither aggressive nor invasive, but unwavering. Where it passed, clarity followed.
Perhaps one day, this cherry blossom tree will become the most brilliant and dazzling Tree of Life, a spiritual totem, in her spiritual sea, dispelling all darkness for her.
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