In the pitch-black stone chamber, only a single gleam of light filtered through the stone window, casting down upon the figure seated within.
Xu Yingqi sat cross-legged with her eyes closed. Cupped in her palm was a ball of glowing light that pulsed rhythmically, as if inhaling and exhaling.
Countless golden threads extended from the halo, wrapping around Xu Yingqi. Every so often, a thread would wither and droop as if dying, dissolving into wisps of spiritual energy that vanished into the air.
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