Most of the clan members fell to their knees instantly, unable to resist it. Even Zhushen and Zhuwen felt their legs shake, though they managed to remain standing by sheer will.
Only Han Yu stood calmly.
Even so, he could feel the pressure pressing down on him like deep water.
"This is the pressure of a stabilized Nascent Soul," Han Yu thought.
His soul cultivation, which had reached the Soul Adept stage, allowed him to resist it. Without that, he would have been forced to kneel as well.
The Patriarch slowly opened his eyes.
They were clearer than they had been in years.
He looked down at his own hands, flexing his fingers slowly, as if testing a body that felt unfamiliar.
"I… I can feel it," he whispered. "The pain… it is gone."
He took a deep breath. The air filled his lungs easily, without the burning weakness he had grown used to.
"My soul… it feels whole again."
Tears welled up in Zhushen's eyes.
"Father… you are healed?"
