In his third life, Jiang Ping'an had above-average cultivation talent. He cultivated diligently, possessed outstanding comprehension, and enjoyed excellent fortune.
On the path toward immortality, though there were twists and turns, he had always relied on wisdom, perseverance, and luck to turn danger into safety before climbing to ever greater heights.
Though his cultivation speed was not fast, it was steady. His Dao path was boundless, and he was full of hope for the future.
After continuing to cultivate like this for seventy or eighty years, Jiang Ping'an, deep within his soul, sensed a crisis that could drag one into ruin and actively shattered the illusion.
As the illusion broke apart, Jiang Ping'an awoke.
Just then, the Nether True Qi that had originally flowed calmly within his body seemed to have sniffed out some opportunity and began circulating on its own, faster and faster. This was not the cycle of an ordinary cultivation technique's pathways. Instead, with the Dantian as its point of origin, it surged and permeated toward his limbs and bones, meridians and acupoints, and even deeper, toward that unseen "foundation of the Divine Soul." Every thread of True Qi carried a trace of cold, weighty insight freshly brought back from the illusion.
"Yin at its extreme gives birth to yang... the moment of the winter solstice..." Jiang Ping'an's mind was clear and tranquil, without a ripple. He clearly "saw" that the abyssal, ocean-deep True Qi originating from the Netherworld was being repeatedly ground and hammered like a whetstone by the insights of three lives of reincarnation. The originally pure intent of "deathly stillness" and "ending" within the True Qi gradually absorbed the subtle vitality of "a withered tree meeting spring," "flowing water returning to its source," and "the true spirit never dimming." This was not a confusion