Feng Qing'an was seated on his bed, effortlessly transitioning into a state of meditation. But this time was unlike any other. With the rise and fall of his chest in sync with a rhythmic breath, thousands and hundreds of light points resembling fireflies gathered around him, dancing and scattering, creating a dazzling and captivating scene.
The strange phenomenon was confined to Feng Qing'an's bedroom, emanating from the contraction and collapse of his inner Soul Power, triggering external anomalies by forming a Soul Contract.
This process was not difficult, nor was it held up by any obstacles. The accumulation of Soul Power naturally accumulated on its own, flowing like water in a canal.Only half an hour had passed before the radiant, white light swirling uncertainly around Feng Qing'an transformed into a softly glowing ring that encircled his form.
"Soul Contract!"
