Half a year slipped away like sand between fingers, silently vanishing into the clouds of Nine Cloud Peak.
Chen Sheng sat cross-legged atop the Profound Yellow Stone at the peak, where the surface had been polished smooth as jade by his long years of meditation, reflecting his half-open eyes.
A faint silver glow surrounded him, an anomaly where his divine sense merged with the mists, breathing rhythmically, drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy and transforming it into pure mana to nourish his spirit sea.
In his spirit sea, a jade bottle over a zhang tall was suspended in the void, its body clear as ice yet exuding the warmth of moonlight.
The Moonlight Water inside had condensed into a semi-transparent liquid, so clear it reflected the entangled lotus patterns engraved on the bottle's wall.
With a slight twitch of Chen Sheng's thoughts, thousands of hair-thin Moonlight Needles rose from the water.
