Dawn broke slowly over the hidden valley, casting pale gold light over the twisted roots and jagged rocks. He woke with a lingering ache in his muscles, the result of yesterday's grueling training, but a restless energy stirred within him. Every fiber of his body felt alive, as if the valley itself had taken notice of his presence.
She was already awake, sitting cross-legged on a flat stone, her eyes closed as she meditated. The faint hum of spiritual energy surrounded her, subtle yet steady. He watched her for a moment, studying the way her breathing synchronized with the flow of the valley's energy, and a strange determination settled deeper in his chest.
"Are you ready?" she asked without opening her eyes.
"I… think so," he replied, though uncertainty gnawed at him. The faint spark of circulation he had felt yesterday had returned, but controlling it remained a delicate balance. One wrong move, and the energy could collapse, leaving him weaker than before.
She nodded, rising gracefully. "Then let's begin. Today, we attempt your first real breakthrough. Not just circulation, but comprehension. You must feel the Dao within you, understand its rhythm, and align yourself with it. Only then can you rise beyond your current limitations."
He followed her to the center of the clearing. She instructed him to sit with his legs crossed, palms resting lightly on his knees. Closing his eyes, he tried to sense the flow of energy within him, but the shards of his veins resisted, scattering the faint currents of qi into tiny, unmanageable streams. Frustration threatened to overwhelm him, but he forced himself to remain calm, remembering her words: *feel the Dao, do not force it.*
Minutes passed. Then hours. The valley remained quiet, the only sound the rustle of leaves and the distant cries of unseen creatures. Slowly, painfully, he began to feel the rhythm she spoke of—a subtle pulse beneath the skin, a fragile connection between his body and the world around him. Each heartbeat, each breath, synchronized with the faint vibrations of the earth.
A drop of sweat slid down his temple as he focused, willing the scattered energy in his veins to unite. The pain flared briefly, sharp and insistent, but he did not pull away. His memories of failure, of being powerless, lent him strength. He would not falter again.
Suddenly, a warmth spread from the center of his chest outward. A faint glow, barely perceptible, danced along his meridians. His body trembled, not from weakness but from the release of restrained energy. The shards of his veins began to weave together, forming a coherent pathway for the qi to flow.
He gasped, opening his eyes slightly. The valley seemed brighter, the air thicker with energy. The faint shimmer of the Heavenly Veil above, though distant, felt closer, as if acknowledging his effort.
She observed silently, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Good," she said. "Do not stop. Let it flow, let the Dao guide you. Control it, but do not restrain it. This is your first step toward true cultivation."
He closed his eyes again, letting the warmth expand. The glow grew stronger, weaving through his body like molten light. His limbs, once trembling and weak, now felt connected to every stone, every tree, every particle of the valley. The sensation was intoxicating, a harmony he had never known before.
Time blurred. Pain and exhaustion came and went, but he remained focused, riding the current of energy within him. And then, with a sudden clarity, everything snapped into place. The fractured shards of his veins aligned perfectly, the flow of qi smooth and vibrant. A surge of power shot through him, pure and unrestrained, leaving him gasping for air but smiling despite the tremor in his body.
He had done it.
Not the end of the road, not even close—but his first real breakthrough. The valley seemed to hum in acknowledgment, leaves rustling in a rhythm that matched his own heartbeat.
She approached, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder. "You've done well," she said softly. "This is only the beginning, but it shows that with patience and resolve, you can overcome even your limitations. Remember this feeling—it is proof that your efforts matter, that your growth is real."
He nodded, chest rising and falling with the aftershocks of power coursing through him. For the first time since his rebirth, he felt truly capable, truly alive.
Beyond the Heavenly Veil, a new world awaited, full of challenges and unknown truths. But for the first time, he believed he had the strength to meet them head-on.
And so, with the first light of breakthrough warming his body and the valley humming around him, he prepared to rise again, stronger, wiser, and more determined than ever.
The journey had only just begun.
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