The world rumbled and a violent wind blew.
The sea of light in the sky churned. Under everyone's gazes, the nail that was constantly taking shape didn't completely manifest. After it shone to a certain extent, it began to disintegrate.
In the back room, Xu Qing sat cross-legged and meditated. A rainbow-colored nascent soul floated in front of him.
Endless morning glow spread out from the rainbow-colored nascent soul and spread in all directions, transforming into a sea of light.
Xu Qing lifted his right hand and touched the nascent soul's hand.
One could clearly see the outline of a nail in Xu Qing's right palm. At that moment, it was dissipating and becoming blurry.
At first glance, the skin on his right hand was the same as the other parts. However, if one observed carefully, they would discover a slight difference. It was as though the skin on his right hand, especially the palm, was slightly fairer than the other parts.