In the Cultivation Room, Song Ciwan sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, her expression serene.
Streams of scripture washed over her, and countless profound mysteries surrounded and enveloped her.
It was the Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting—the Third Layer of the Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting.
This time, however, was different. It was no longer like before, when receiving the scripture felt like being buffeted by a raging torrent, her heart needing to withstand immense shocks before she could finally etch the words within.
This time, the scripture descended from the void like a pool of gentle moonlight—calm, unhurried, and faint, it simply flowed into Song Ciwan's Heart Soul.
The heart is the master of the body, the commander of all spirits.
In stillness, wisdom is born; in movement, confusion arises!
For a person in this world, the ability to be 'still' is sometimes far more difficult than the ability to 'act'.
