Yang Qing's eyelids drifted open, and in the green darkness of his irises, a dazzling light pulsed to life. It was as though countless shooting stars were streaking across a vast, endless azure sky within his eyes, each one igniting in a brilliant explosion of color and light. The stars burst into shimmering trails, scattering like embers caught in a breeze, only to reform and erupt once again. The flashing spectacle within his gaze seemed alive, each eruption leaving the confines of his eyes, as radiated outside to the rest of his body, bathing it in a celestial glow.
He stood up, amazement showing in his eyes as he stared at his hands, which shimmered with the same light as the stars in his eyes.
"Time to test if there are any improvements," Yang Qing muttered in excitement, clenching and unclenching his fists, which let out faint sparks with each motion.