Intelligence on the Ruins

Ji An threw himself heart and soul into body refinement. Every step he took sent tremors through the ground.

Each breath from his nostrils released white vapor, like scalding steam.

The qi and blood within his body surged along five routes, converging into the Five Elements Divine Mansion.

The vein patterns on the Divine Mansion's surface glimmered faintly. Pale golden "blood qi" flowed from the Divine Mansion and gathered at the Tanzhong Acupoint. This blood qi was his own divine sense and will.

The Golden Core began rotating at an even pace, silver light flickering across its surface.

Within the Golden Core, his divine sense and will extended into its core, adding brick upon brick to the core's growth.

Ji An's body moved, yet his Sea of Consciousness was like a tranquil, windless lake, without a single ripple.

Between motion and stillness, a wondrous rhythm quietly took shape.

The puppet ran over holding a bird's wing and held up two fingers.

Ji An felt that more than half his stamina had been spent, so he stopped. Seeing the puppet's gesture, he understood that it had taken two Chen hours for the bird wing to return to flesh and blood.

He accepted the bird wing and examined it, discovering that no blood flowed from the broken end.

"Two Chen hours... after being petrified for so long, could a creature of flesh and blood still come back to life?"

Ji An murmured softly. He did not think so.

A flame sprang from his fingertip and incinerated the bird wing. He then entered a wooden cabin and cast the Spring Breeze Rain Transformation Art to bathe. The moist Spirit Rain could ease the fatigue in his muscles.

After changing into an ochre Daoist robe, he came beneath the Soul-Nurturing Tree to meditate. The