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The rain fell for three days, with fine raindrops falling on every open corner of the Battle Heaven Divine Sect.

The people on the island cultivated frantically in the spiritual rain, their clothes soaked and clinging to their bodies, but no one stopped.

The rain finally stopped on the morning of the fourth day, and the sun peeked out from the edge of the clouds. The grass on the island was taller than it had been three days earlier.

Niannian has been practicing her kung fu diligently these past few days, getting up every morning at fifteen minutes to sit cross-legged in the courtyard.

The golden light around her breath would flicker in rhythm with her breath, as if her heartbeat had moved from inside her body to the surface.

Xiaoxiao once watched for a long time and said that her light was clearer than before, with fewer impurities.

Niannian didn't know what "perfection" meant; she just felt that she was a different person after finishing her practice.

She had that dream twice more later, but couldn't remember the details.

I vaguely remember standing on a gray road with footprints on the side. I woke up before I reached the end of the road.

She told Luo Tian about it once, and Luo Tian didn't ask any further questions after listening. He only told her to tell him if anything beckons or speaks in her dreams.

Niannian nodded and didn't mention it again.

Ye Qianxue came from Zhantian Sect and brought the breakthrough records of two outer disciples to show Luo Tian.

Luo Tian flipped through the two pages of records, said nothing more, closed the book and returned it to her.

For cultivators, the revival of spiritual energy is like rain after a long drought; it's perfectly normal for their breakthrough speed to be faster than before.

Ye Qianxue put the book into her storage ring, then suddenly asked:

"Master, have you found any problems with the lotus flower on my body?"

Luo Tian shook his head and remained silent.

"Should I keep an eye on her?"

Luo Tian glanced at her, his tone calm.

"You won't be able to see anything even if you stare. The Nine-Leaf Lotus is inside her. Even if she tampered with it, she wouldn't let outsiders notice."

Ye Qianxue nodded, did not insist any further, bowed, and turned to leave.

Li Mengmeng came over later. She sat in the courtyard for a while, chatted with Niannian about her cultivation experiences, and asked Xiaoxiao if there were any new medicinal herbs that could be picked from the spirit field recently.

Xiao Xiao listed a few items for her, and after she wrote them down, she left.

Before she left, she passed by Luo Tian, ​​paused, and said something:

"There are a few senior disciples in the outer sect who have just reached the threshold of the Golden Core stage. They should be able to transcend the tribulation in another month or two."

Luo Tian nodded, then turned and left.

The effects of the spiritual revival on ordinary people are also becoming apparent. Every few days, the saints send a message, each one longer than the last.

In a recent message, it was mentioned that new spiritual vein branches have appeared in many places.

Those spiritual veins began to flow again along the once-dried-up ancient riverbeds.

The vegetation in the vicinity is growing much faster, and in some places new forests have sprung up overnight.

The first group of people who "awakened" among ordinary people were mostly children, with very few adults.

The unusual phenomena on their bodies are different from those of people with spiritual roots. They are more like a deviation caused by the resonance between their innate constitution and spiritual energy, and there is no pattern to follow.

The saint's letter states that there have been no reports of anything going out of control, and all those who have experienced the visions are living normal lives.

They just have some features that ordinary people don't have, such as a body temperature that is one or two degrees lower than normal, or the ability to see blurry spots of light in the dark.

He wrote "Temporarily stable" at the end of the letter, and signed it with the date and his seal.

After reading the letter, Luo Tian sat at the table for a while.

The Xuanyuan Sword lay across the table, its scabbard casting a long, thin shadow in the candlelight.

Niannian's cultivation continued to accelerate. After the Chaos Nine-Leaf Lotus took root, her cultivation speed was much faster than before, even exceeding her expectations.

She once woke up from a meditation and found that her spiritual power was significantly greater than the day before.

The extra section seemed to have seeped in from somewhere out of nowhere, like a well into which someone had poured an invisible bucket of water.

She wasn't sure if this was normal, but she didn't feel uncomfortable or have any other symptoms.

The extra spiritual energy mixed into her own without any rejection. She thought about it and didn't tell anyone.

Luo Tian noticed that the golden lines under her eyes were clearer than before when she opened them after her recent cultivation sessions, but he didn't say anything.

Luo Nannan hasn't been spending much time in the yard lately. Every morning, she flies to the outskirts of the island, circles the coastline at low altitude, and then comes back.

After returning, he sat by the well, holding a feather he had picked up from somewhere, examining it over and over.

Niannian once asked her what she had been doing, and Luo Nannan said she went to see the sea. Nothing special, just looking around.

After she finished speaking, she put the feather in her pocket, stood up, and went back inside.

In the evening, Niannian sat under the tree in the yard, scratching the ground with a thin twig in her hand.

She wasn't quite sure what she had drawn.

She didn't notice that her breathing was slowing down, nor did she notice that the faint golden light had spread down her wrist and fingertips, flowed over the thin twig, and into the soil.

On the scratched ground, there was a very faint green mark that extended a short distance along the scratch before stopping.

It was as if something was tentatively responding to her, yet it wasn't sure if it should come out.

Niannian looked down and saw the light green mark.

She picked up the branch and examined it for a while. The tip of the branch was covered with a little bit of damp soil, but nothing else.

She glanced down at the light green mark on the ground again. The end of the arc was slightly shiny, like a very small, moist seed that had just sprouted its first bud.

Curious, she gently touched the mark with her finger.

The traces neither disappeared nor changed; they simply remained there, like an open eye.

As Niannian retreated into the shadows beneath the tree, he continued to gaze at the faint light on the ground.