The seething whirlpool split apart, ripped into tatters by an unstoppable force. The endless ocean that had smothered the heavens quaked, torn open by the sheer will of Lin Mu.
A brilliant blue light enveloped his body, and from his dantian, a figure shot forth.
It was none other than the Nascent Soul of Lin Mu, clad in resplendent nebulous cape and roaring with might. It soared into the skies, defying the storm, and raised its tiny fist.
With one strike, it punched toward the heavens.
The ocean-clouds cracked open, split as though by a divine blade.
Lightning-like fissures ran across the watery heavens, and the tribulation itself seemed to scream. A monumental surge of energy funneled down from the rift, not in destruction, but in acceptance. The Nascent Soul absorbed it in a flood, swelling with newfound power.
