The pain had disappeared, and Nian Bing became much more composed—although there was still no sign of any breath within his body, he found himself not feeling any discomfort. It was as if his body no longer belonged to him. Focusing his gaze outward, through his Heavenly Eye Acupoint, he saw once more everything outside. The figure composed of starlight, identical to him, was still quietly floating there. Only now, the gaps between the starlight had disappeared, and the white light formed by the crescent moon had turned into a white light spot. Looking at the white light spot below his chest, Nian Bing suddenly had a strange feeling. He thought of something but could not quite remember it; he only felt that the location of the white light spot was odd and seemed to have an important connection with his cultivation.