Inside the palace, mind-calming incense burned. Its faint fragrance drifted upward, transforming mid-air into all sorts of wondrous and exotic beasts, and even the phantoms of tiered palaces and pavilions.
On the Zafu, Dao Rhyme intertwined. Jiang Lan, dressed in robes as white as snow, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. His robes stirred without a breeze, and each strand of his ink-black hair was crystalline, shimmering with a divine radiance.
With every breath he took, Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi swarmed toward him like a hive of bees, so much so that a deep rumbling sound echoed from within the Void.
Anyone who didn't know better might have thought an ancient Fierce Beast was here, breathing in the essence of the Sun and Moon.
Each breath created a fearsome disturbance, like the tides of the Sun and Moon. It seemed powerful enough to drain the surrounding Void, and the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi could not replenish itself fast enough, creating a vacuum in the area.
