Sitting quietly on the ground, Qi Xiu assumed a cross-legged position, his hands forming a mysterious seal.
He seemed immersed in a profound and mysterious state, as if comprehending the mysteries of the universe and life.
His eyes were tightly closed, a slight frown on his brow, and a faint smile hung on his lips—one that spoke of transcendence and insight into the myriad facets of existence.
In the void above him, three ancient Cloud Seal Talismans, like slumbering True Dragons suddenly awakening, revolved slowly around him. Each rotation seemed to evoke resonances from bygone eras, carrying with them an aura of antiquity and the brilliance of wisdom. These Cloud Seal Talismans were engraved with the marks of the great Dao; mysterious and unfathomable, they invited boundless conjecture.
