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His gaze was similarly fixed on the tightly shut door.

The whole living room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The atmosphere was filled with a suffocating sense of anticipation.

Fang Qingyu’s consciousness was floating above their heads at that moment.

Clearly observing the subtle expressions of every person, even able to sense the flow of Qi blood or Spiritual Power within them.

Fang Qingyu tried to call out: "Jiang Wei? Old Chu?"

However, no sound was emitted.

His thoughts sank like a stone into the sea.

The people in the living room were oblivious to his presence.

As if he was merely air.

This state was strange and eerie.

Like a ghost with an absolute perspective but unable to interfere with reality.

Fang Qingyu’s mind stirred, and his soul floated upward again.

Easily penetrating the sturdy roof of the villa.

Emerging into the night sky of the Gray Rock District outside.

His vision suddenly broadened.

Below was the brightly lit villa, the headquarters of the Cyan Dragon Gang.

Further off was the chaotic yet vibrant cluster of buildings in the Gray Rock District.

Further still, the majestic silhouette of the City of Injustice’s core loomed faintly in the darkness.

Night winds blew.

Carrying the unique uproar and dusty smell of the city below.

Fang Qingyu attempted to continue ascending, wanting to touch the stars suspended high in the night sky.

But barely ascending about ten meters.

A deep terror from within his soul suddenly descended.

As if there was an invisible chasm in the universe.

An insurmountable boundary.

A sense of annihilation seized Fang Qingyu’s mind in an instant.

As if ascending even an inch further.

His soul would, like snow exposed to the scorching sun, instantly melt and be completely obliterated between heaven and earth.

Not leaving a trace.

"Hiss—!"

Fang Qingyu’s consciousness shuddered violently.

An instinctive fear from the depths of life made him halt his ascent without hesitation.

With no delay at all, he swiftly controlled his soul to descend.

Penetrating the roof, piercing through the living room floor, returning once more to the familiar underground Cultivation Chamber.

Descending towards the flesh body standing there with closed eyes.

When the soul and body reconnected...

Boom—

As if drained of all strength.

A profound weakness surged through his entire being like a monstrous wave.

Fang Qingyu abruptly opened his eyes in the real world.

His face suddenly turned as pale as a sheet.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, his body involuntarily trembling slightly, his legs went weak, nearly collapsing onto the ground.

Fang Qingyu gasped heavily.

Feeling like he was just dragged out from a months-long illness.

Even lifting a finger was extraordinarily difficult.

"What on earth is this Wuxiang Heart Sutra!?"

Fang Qingyu was shocked yet somewhat fearful in his heart.

Being able to have an out-of-body experience like this was enough to prove the terror of this Heart Sutra.

Furthermore, this was only its initial activation.

If it were the complete Wuxiang Heart Sutra...

What kind of incredible powers could it impart?

Soul leaving the body to roam the void?

Traversing thousands of miles? Even... interfering with reality?

After all, Jiang Wei once said the Heart Sutra is one of the prerequisites for becoming a Martial God.

Curiosity temporarily suppressed the weakness.

Fang Qingyu forcibly steadied his mind.

Breathing rhythmically, slowly alleviating the sense of weakness in his body.

His face remained pale.

But his trembling body finally gradually calmed down.

Then Fang Qingyu took a deep breath.

No longer delaying, he took somewhat unstable steps.

Heading out of the Cultivation Chamber.

In any case, the breakthrough has happened.

It’s time to go out now.

The sound of the Cultivation Chamber door sliding open.

In the silent living room, it seemed particularly clear.

Swish!

In an instant, everyone sitting or standing in the living room straightened their backs as if a pause button was pressed.

All eyes focused towards the corridor outlet.

When Fang Qingyu’s figure emerged from the somewhat dim corridor, exposed under the bright lights of the living room...

The crowd immediately noticed Fang Qingyu’s bloodless, pale face.

Everyone’s hearts suddenly sank.

Unable to sense the aura of the breakthrough on Fang Qingyu’s body, coupled with that pale face.

The result was already self-evident.

The crowd couldn’t help but fall silent.

For a moment, unsure of what to say.

Wei Banmeng’s cold eyes flashed with a trace of incredulous astonishment, her red lips slightly parted.

Su Wanqing and Lin Yu instantly covered their mouths.

Their eyes filled with concern and panic.

Old Qin and Mouse’s happy expressions also froze in an instant, turning into seriousness and worry.

A shadow rapidly engulfed the entire living room.

The joy of the recent successful breakthrough disappeared without a trace.

Only Jiang Wei, sitting quietly on the sofa.

Her gaze landed on Fang Qingyu’s eyes the instant his figure appeared.

Those deep eyes like the universe, with a galaxy flowing within.

Clearly reflected in her clear ruby-like pupils.

A trace of understanding, a trace of relief, finally transformed into a stunningly beautiful smile like the first melt of snow.

Unfolding quietly on her coldly beautiful little face.

Jiang Wei held the cup, elegantly and serenely rising from the sofa.

Her crimson hair spilled like molten lava under the light.

She looked at Fang Qingyu, and with a clear and pleasant voice, broke the heavy silence of the living room, with certainty:

"Breakthrough?"

"???"

These three light words.

Made everyone turn their heads to look at Jiang Wei, faces filled with surprise and confusion.

Qingzi’s complexion... this weak appearance... obviously the breakthrough had major issues.

Why would Sister Jiang ask such a question?!

However, the next moment.

Fang Qingyu, facing Jiang Wei’s knowing gaze, sensing the unspoken trust in her words.