In the afternoon, the sunlight slanted, and the courtyard was rendered clear and bright by the reflection of the snow.
Jiang Ning returned to the courtyard, sat cross-legged in the pavilion, and with a serene heart and spirit, entered into a meditative state once more.
Through introspection, the silver moon's brilliance from the Spirit Platform flowed, complementing the golden sun of the Dantian.
Since forming the Mixed Element inner world, the cycle of Essence, Qi, and Spirit had become increasingly harmonious and unobstructed, with every thread of Qi-Blood, True Yuan, and Divine Thought maneuvering as easily as an arm commands a finger.
His thoughts moved slightly, capturing the subtle changes throughout his body.
The blood surged like a crimson river in torrents, True Yuan refined like the flow of liquid gold, Divine Thought clear as silver light illuminating all, continuously purifying and sublimating amidst the resonance of the three flowers.
