Silence gripped the Cliff of Reflection. The inner disciples could only stare with wide eyes and dropped jaws as Chen Long fell to his knees on the grass, completely breathless.

“The Sound of Non-Resistance,” muttered the Sect Patriarch, who had appeared on a floating cloud above. His weathered eyes were wide with shock. “He has comprehended the Great Harmony of Heaven before even reaching the Foundation Establishment realm!”

Far away, in the quiet ICU room of the St. Jude Medical Complex, Yuan’s doctor stared in disbelief at the latest neuro-regeneration scans.

“This is medically impossible,” Doctor Hayes stammered, calling the chief of surgery. “The patient’s severed spinal cord... it is knitting itself back together. It’s glowing with bio-luminescent cellular activity!”

Inside the virtual realm, Yuan smiled as he struck a soaring chord. He could feel it. The boundary between virtual comprehension and physical reality was dissolving. The heavens were calling him, and he was ready to soar.