A strand of light appeared in Zhou Yan's eyes; he finally awoke.
Surrounding his body, there wasn't the pressure of ruins as he had thought, nor was he underground or buried in the wilderness as he had imagined.
At this moment, he was within a light screen, a screen like a protective circle, like a bubble. It seemed to flicker constantly, yet it was incredibly resilient, protecting him thoroughly.
Zhou Yan felt that his body held endless potential, an inexhaustible energy.
This body had been reforged, refined with the Primordial Magnetic Pole Light.
The Soul-level Battle Armor and long sword he was wearing had also been reforged. Although they were still the same grade, now, just a whiff of life energy could suppress a strong cultivator at the Sword Spirit Realm.
Not only that, Zhou Yan also felt that his realm in the Sword Spirit Three Heavens had reached a peak level, where if he realized one Tao of the Heavenly Dao, he could begin to condense the Sword Soul.