Her hair, once ghostly white and dry like brittle snow, shimmered with a gentle glow. Slowly, color returned, strand by strand, coloring into a soft gold. Her skin, pale and worn just moments ago, now glowed with a soft, ethereal light.
Su Jie stood motionless, breath caught in his chest. Before him was no longer the weak little girl.
The aura surrounding her now was vast, mysterious, like the silent depth of a mountain lake. It pressed against the senses, noble and commanding.
Then, without warning, the ground trembled. A second shockwave exploded outward from her body, sending a ringing boom through the hall.
Golden light crackled around her, and lotus petals, shimmering and translucent, spiraled out in all directions. They danced like falling stars before dissolving into the air.
A divine pressure swept over the hall.
Su Roulan broke through to the Golden Core realm.
