In Shen Qing's every gesture and movement, there lay an aura of transcendent calm, as if nothing in the world could disturb the peace within his heart.
In truth, though, his inner turmoil was like a storm, turbulent and fierce, difficult to quell.
He had never anticipated that once he crossed that seemingly insurmountable threshold to the Innate Realm, his own power would become so unbelievably strong.
Such a transformation.
He vaguely remembered last winter when he stood powerless against this formidable demon, nearly meeting his end in front of everyone.
Not only him, but even the Prefectural Governor, who shared the same Innate Realm, had also been helpless against this demon. He was gravely injured and schemed against unto death.
Yet now, with just one Sky Flipping Seal, he had easily shattered that mountain-like demon, reducing it to nothingness.
To him, this scene felt like a lifetime ago, dreamlike and surreal.
