Eternity Starts From His Seed

Chapter 3: Golden Finger

Ling City, mortal Inn. Mysterious space.

In the dark void, the space crackled with a pulsating energy as the final wisp of glowing Qi was absorbed into the seed.

The mysterious patterns etched on the lone seed pulsed with a vibrant dance of light that seemed to possess a life of its own.

Yet, unlike previous occurrences, this time, the radiant patterns persisted, casting an eerie glow into the dark space.

Badump. A resonant thud echoed in the stillness, reverberating through the space like a distant drum.

Bubai's senses was fixed upon the now-pulsating seed that had an inexplicable connection with him. His heart seemed to resonate with the mysterious beat, a long and deliberate rhythm that seemed to echo through the very fabric of his being.

Tension seized his body, his blood coursing through his veins in an abnormal rhythm, yet Bubai was entranced, trapped in the mysterious space and oblivious to the peculiarities of his own physical state outside.

Badump. With another resounding heartbeat, the runic symbols on the seed erupted outward, spreading like roots in the empty void of darkness!

Eventually, the expansion came to a halt, the radiant symbols interweaving, constructing an unknown, barrier-like formation that outlined a small spherical subspace in the darkness.

The glow from the runic symbols bathed the interiors of the new shell, and an oppressive silence descended, as if the newly born formation sought to strangle Bubai's senses.

Suffocation gripped him, a phantom vice closing in on his consciousness. It felt as though the very air was being siphoned away, leaving him gasping for breath in the void...

Wait- how does one even breath in the void?! Never mind that- how to survive?!

Panic surged through Bubai, a realization that he was teetering on the brink of something unknown and perilous. If this continues, he might suffocate and die!

Yet, his focus remained stuck on the pulsating seed, unable to resolve the urgency of his own struggle!

As the suffocating silence tightened its grip, Bubai's instincts surged forth, a primal call to break free from the oppressive void. "Break free for me!"

As if responding to him, a crack appeared on the shell of the seed, a hairline fracture that held the promise of liberation.

As if seeing hope, desperation fueled his struggle, his every thought aimed at widening the crack that offered a glimmer of escape.

Break! Break! Come out! Don't stop!

The crack expanded agonizingly slowly, each moment feeling like an eternity. The pain of suffocation coursed through Bubai as he fought against the unseen force that sought to bind him.

It might have been a moment or an eon, but when the crack finally gave way, a small green sprout emerged, breaking through the confines of the seed.

And at this moment, relief flooded Bubai as the weight lifted, and a sense of relaxation washed over him.

Simultaneously, the runic symbols forming the walls of the space blazed with an intensity that bordered on blinding. The chamber was soon engulfed in radiant light, a dazzling transition that defied his mortal comprehension.

When Bubai returned to his senses, he found himself back on the wooden bed, a turbid breath escaping his lips. A profound realization dawned upon him. "I broke through to Qi Refining level 1?!"

Slowly raising his arm and clenching his fist, Bubai reveled in the strange strength coursing through his limbs. The sensation was exhilarating, an unmistakable manifestation of the reward from the years of forbearance.