Ximen Juesheng watched carefully as the process unfolded.
Inside the distorted cube, Yu Xuan's figure began to break apart.
His body was not truly shattering, but rather dissolving into fragments of thought and will.
Those fragments scattered, vanished, and reassembled again and again.
Each moment he seemed to disappear.
Only to reform in a slightly different state.
A strange aura gradually spread from Yu Xuan's body.
Above the cube, something invisible began to gather.
It was his raw potential.
It condensed slowly, like mist thickening into substance.
Then the unseen mass darkened.
Within that darkness, a faint light appeared.
A small spark.
It drifted downward and fused into Yu Xuan's body.
Moments later, another spark formed.
Then another.
Each time the process repeated, the light merged with Yu Xuan, strengthening the invisible foundation of his will.
Ximen Juesheng narrowed his eyes.
"How strange…"
He focused more closely on the phenomenon.
