May ninth, afternoon.
Inside the underground Cultivation Room of Villa No. 7 in Hidden Dragon Garden, the scorching heat felt as if it could ignite the very air.
Xu Wuyi sat cross-legged. The dark-red Qi and Blood circulating around him no longer surged and roared as it once had. Instead, it flowed slowly like viscous magma, exuding a staggering, immense pressure.
His Spirit was highly focused, his consciousness sunk into his Dantian.
The cluster of dark-gold Heart Fire was now docile and condensed, its flickering perfectly synchronized with the beating of his heart.
The last trace of sluggishness in his "Burn" True Intention had finally been smoothed away through days of Heart Fire Refining Spirit and constant contemplation.
The will of a "blazing sun purging all injustice" was no longer just a mental image. It had completely merged with the very source of his Spirit, becoming perfectly harmonious and transparent, an Intention that moved with his thoughts.
