When his enlightenment doubled, getting over a hundred new points, Xiang Yu experienced something transcendent. If yesterday's sensation was intense, this was an entirely different realm of perception. His consciousness seemed to explode outward, merging with the world around him. Insights about his techniques cascaded through his mind like a torrent of crystalline understanding, each concept perfectly clear yet overwhelmingly numerous.
The sensation persisted, building in intensity that threatened to overwhelm him. When it finally subsided, Xiang Yu gasped for breath, his chest heaving as though he'd run for miles. "That was... intense," he murmured to himself, wiping beads of sweat from his brow. A genuine concern flashed through his mind—if these doublings continued at their current pace, could his body and mind withstand such profound transformations? The enlightenment felt like trying to pour an ocean into a teacup.
