Just as Huang Rong and Mu Nianci stood outside the altar anxiously observing, Nuwa suddenly appeared beside them in a flash.

««Sister Nuwa!»»
At the sight of Nuwa, the two greeted her like a lifeline. Huang Rong asked urgently, «Diao’er just started crying out—does that mean Brother Xing is about to wake up?»

«Most likely,» Nuwa nodded, a glint of data flickering in her eyes as a scroll unfurled before her. On it, real-time vitals of Xuan Yuan   appeared. «Incredible… What on earth is the principle behind this?»

«What’s wrong?» Huang Rong asked uneasily, seeing Nuwa’s puzzled look.

Nuwa shook her head. «Let’s wait until Master wakes up to discuss it.»

Suddenly, a loud roar split the sky—Li Mochou came racing over, straddling a single-rider chariot that looked like a futuristic motorcycle but had no wheels.

She drifted, spun, and even performed a figure-eight maneuver before Nuwa forcefully seized control of the vehicle mid-air, causing it to stop abruptly. With inertia sending her flying, Li Mochou tumbled through the air, screaming, and smacked face-first into the altar.

She skidded a few more meters across its surface, gasping as if her chest had nearly been flattened, finally sliding to a stop in front of Xuan Yuan  .

Looking up, she met eyes with Xuan Yuan  , who had just opened his eyes and was calmly gazing down at her.

The two stared at each other in silence for a moment. Xuan Yuan   tilted his head and asked,
«…Where did this ghost-fire goth gremlin come from?»

«I don’t know what that means, but Big Brother Shen, you’re definitely saying something weird!»
Li Mochou sprang up indignantly.
«I was worried sick about you these past few days!»

«Oh?» Xuan Yuan   raised an eyebrow. «Did you really think I was completely unaware of the outside world these past few days?»

Li Mochou froze.

«Shall I tell them about how you raced your chariot around above my head in the middle of the night?»

Her gaze drifted awkwardly.

«Or how you suddenly thought you could fly to the moon, only to nearly suffocate after breaching the chariot’s altitude limit in thin air?»

Li Mochou broke down, dropping to her knees in mock surrender with her butt sticking up.
«Alright, alright! Just be gentle!»

«Little Sister Mochou’s personality really…» Mu Nianci walked up, shaking her head. The joy from Xuan Yuan  ’s awakening was somewhat tempered by the absurdity of it all.

Xuan Yuan   slowly descended from his suspended cross-legged position and landed gently on the ground. He stroked the celestial condor that affectionately nuzzled him, then turned to the gathered girls with a soft smile.

«These past few days, I’ve worried you all. Though I didn’t speak, I could sense everything going on.»

«Don’t worry. I’m fine.»

Only with Xuan Yuan  ’s reassurance did the worry in Huang Rong and Mu Nianci finally dissipate. The burden in their hearts was lifted.

In the past, he could complete a stage of celestial cultivation in a day. But over several nights of continuous training, he’d only gained a tiny bit of progress.

—Of course, while small in quantity, the quality of this gain far exceeded the inner energy of ordinary martial artists.

Nuwa sighed. «Master, based on all available data… you’re essentially a human-shaped portable fusion reactor right now.»

Xuan Yuan  : «…?»

«I can’t analyze the energy within your body at all, but I can say with certainty—it’s not internal force, nor is it true qi.»

«In your abdomen—or let’s call it your dantian—I’ve detected an extremely concentrated energy mass.»

«This energy signature is nearly identical to a standard miniature fusion reactor from my database!»

«But the problem is, I can’t identify what type of energy this is. It’s not kinetic, potential, chemical, thermal, or radiation. I even compared it to vacuum zero-point energy—it still doesn’t match! This is a form of energy humanity has never discovered!»

«—It ionized all matter in the surrounding air. That’s right, Master, what you’re holding in your hand is a stream of plasma.»

«In theory, it’s exactly the same as the coronal matter on the surface of the sun! The only difference is that the temperature is far too low. It’s completely unscientific—this substance exists in a plasma state, yet the temperature required to create that state is absent… It makes no sense! Physics is broken!!!»

Nuwa suddenly burst out laughing. «But still, congratulations, Master! You’ve really become the Sun Celestial! Keep at it—maybe one day you’ll unleash a solar flare powerful enough to blow Earth’s atmosphere clean off!»

Xuan Yuan   extinguished the flame in his palm, opened and closed his fist.

«Plasma stream?»

«I practiced the Nine Yang Celestial Art and ended up cultivating solar celestial power?»

«No, it’s not that Nine Yang inner force transformed into solar celestial power,» Nuwa explained. «It’s that Master, using the energy circulation method of the Nine Yang Celestial Art, transformed your cultivated celestial power into solar celestial power the moment it left your body.»

«I have a theory—no matter what cultivation method you use, the celestial power you generate is inherently ‘property-less.’ But depending on how you circulate it, you can change its attributes. Just like using different techniques produces different effects.»