It was only after Wang Chen sucked in several rapid breaths—short, sharp, desperate inhalations more suited to a drowning dog than a dignified cultivator—that his hammering heart finally calmed.
It can't be that bad.
So what if he learned to cultivate?
The threat should be nothing much…
He repeated that to himself like a mantra. Slowly, his nerves loosened.
Beasts within the Garden of Eternity had already begun evolving through their own form of body cultivation. So what if humans did the same? One or two cultivating children shouldn't be able to cause a catastrophe.
Probably.
Wang Chen exhaled and let the tension bleed from his shoulders. Once he looked at the situation from all angles, the earlier paranoia dulled. The spiritual space might be turning into a miniature world, but it wasn't the apocalypse.
Yet.
Meanwhile, Ni Luo's eyes gleamed with an inner radiance that didn't belong to a child. A faint, mystic glow pulsed from his skin. Then—
Hoooom—
