I swept the Phoenix with the Onmyoji Shikigami

Xinghan steadied his body and felt the vibration of spiritual power in his body.

His eyes sparkled with an unyielding light in the night, and the aura around him fluctuated subtly at this moment.

He took a deep breath, feeling the sudden surge of spiritual power in his body.

The vibration was like an ancient bell being struck by a heavy hammer, roaring, or like thousands of troops galloping in the blood, surging.

This spiritual power, which had been dormant deep in his dantian, seemed to be awakened by some mysterious force.

It madly traveled along his meridians, each flow brought him a tingling and intense sensation.

It was as if countless tiny flames were jumping inside his body, hot and full of energy.

Xinghan gritted his teeth and tried to guide the surging force so that it would not get out of control.

His fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and the blue veins on his arms were faintly visible, showing his tension and determination at the moment.

The air around seemed to become heavier as this spiritual power awakened.

The breeze blew gently, but it brought up circles of spiritual power ripples that were visible to the naked eye, slowly spreading out with Xinghan as the center.

His clothes rustled in the wind, as if even the elements of heaven and earth were responding to his call and cheering for his sudden transformation.

“This… this is a sign of a breakthrough!”

"It's very strange... I clearly didn't deliberately pursue a breakthrough, so where did this sudden change come from?"

Xinghan muttered to himself in his heart, frowning slightly, and an indescribable suspicion flashed in his deep eyes.

Although there was a subtle hint of joy quietly spreading deep in his heart, what was more important was his calm and prudent thoughts, like a precise chessboard, carefully planning every next step.

Xinghan has been a bookworm since he was young, and he has read almost all kinds of cultivation secrets and strange stories.

He had already known from countless novels that every leap in spiritual power on the road of cultivation was like the brightest star in the night sky. It not only marked a huge leap in strength, but was also an ultimate test of the practitioner's will and wisdom.

He recalled the various breakthrough scenes described in the book: some practitioners would quickly find a quiet place at the critical moment, sit cross-legged with their eyes closed, with a faint spiritual light surrounding their bodies, as if they had merged into one with the heaven and earth, and immerse themselves wholeheartedly in the mysterious realm of cultivation, allowing the spiritual power to surge in their bodies, eventually turning into a trickle, nourishing every inch of their meridians and dantian.

Some of them have gone through numerous hardships and dangers, faced life and death tests, and stimulated the infinite power hidden in their bodies in desperate situations.

They guided the violent spiritual power that almost tore their bodies apart, just like taming a wild beast and letting it move along a predetermined trajectory. Every collision and every fusion was an extreme challenge to the mind and body.

Finally, when this force completely submits to the practitioner's will, it becomes a powerful driving force that propels his strength soar.

Thinking of this, Xinghan couldn't help but become more cautious. He looked around and saw that the foggy river was still flowing quietly, as if an ancient wise man was watching him quietly and seemed to be telling him something silently.

Xinghan took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He understood that everything that happened before his eyes was by no means accidental, and there must be some unknown secret or opportunity hidden behind it.

So, he slowly closed his eyes, immersed all his mind in his body, and began to carefully sense the inexplicable surge of spiritual power in his body. With his guidance, the spiritual power gradually became docile and began to slowly move along a specific trajectory. Every time it passed by, he could feel a warm and powerful force nourishing his body and soul.

When this force began to stabilize, Xinghan frowned and began to look at the fog river under his feet, which seemed calm but was secretly turbulent.

The spiritual power in the body is surging vigorously, more powerful than before.

He realized that this foggy river was not only a strange sight in this dark forest, but also the key to countless secrets and dangers.

He quickly adjusted his posture and used his spiritual power to form a protective film to isolate himself from the foggy river filled with unknown power.

As he slowly descended, the air around him seemed to become heavier, as if even time slowed down here.

In the foggy river, the glowing particles began to dance in strange trajectories, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

At this moment, a vague memory suddenly flashed through Xinghan's mind -

That is an ancient legend about this forest and this foggy river, telling how a powerful guardian integrated his power into this land to protect the forest from outside invasion. The foggy river is the source of the guardian's power, which can nourish all things, but also swallow all greed and evil.

The voice echoed in his ears and he couldn't even tell if it was his voice or someone else's thoughts given to him.

……

"No, I have to find another way." This thought came to Xinghan's mind.

He realized that ever since he entered the illusion, he had been constrained by the surrounding environment. This feeling made him very unhappy and he needed to change.

"It is better to be still than to move. Sometimes it is better to face it than to avoid it!"

Xinghan gazed at the hazy and deep fog river in front of him, and an unprecedented impulse and inspiration surged in his heart.

His eyes were focused and boundless spiritual energy was swirling around him, as if he was traveling through a river of fog.

It seems to be able to penetrate layers of fog and look directly into the deepest secrets.

An unprecedented determination surged in his heart, as if there was a force pushing him to explore and conquer this unknown territory.

He realized that instead of blindly exploring this unknown environment, it would be better to make use of his overflowing spiritual power.

Take the initiative to create a path to the truth!

A bold idea emerged in his mind - use his overflowing spiritual power to build a bridge to the center of the Fog River.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, the surging spiritual power in Xinghan's body seemed to respond to his call and began to swirl and gather around him.

He let his mind sink into his body, feeling the surge of spiritual energy like a raging river.

As his mind focused, spiritual energy continued to surge and gather in his body.

He took a deep breath, slowly raised his hands, and tapped the air with his fingertips, as if he was drawing an invisible picture.

He slowly opened his eyes, waved his hands gently, and the light seemed to be given life.

Finally, it condensed into a dazzling light between his hands.

The light quickly extended and stretched in the air, and finally turned into a crystal clear, colorful light and shadow, like a bridge, seeming real and illusory, and untouchable.

As his mind moved, spiritual power began to surge for the second time and began to slowly condense under his feet, gradually forming a crystal clear virtual bridge made of pure spiritual power. However, the spiritual power on this bridge flickered and seemed unstable.

It was already more tangible than the first time the spiritual power gathered, which made Xinghan couldn't help but smile.

"Interesting!" Xinghan felt that using spiritual power was like doing a chemistry experiment or playing with building blocks.

Arrangements and combinations, nested together, are more effective.

So, he mobilized his spiritual power while thinking about how to make the bridge more stable.

"Humph, how can a mere mist stop my Xinghan's steps?"