Mengmeng Learns Techniques

Water waves rippled in quiet jade-green, river dolphins split the current and chased the waves, and a tower ship flashing with golden leaves sped along the Huai River.

Across the broad river surface, no merchant ship could catch up to it, and none dared approach without cause.

A blazing will rose into the high altitude, shaped like a mountain, formed like a god, bearing the force of a proud sun in full blaze.

All who witnessed it were astonished; all were awed.

The water workers shifted their rudders aside, silently yielding the waterway, as though a sleeping fierce tiger lay coiled aboard the tower ship.

Heavenly Altar.

A figure sat immovable, blanketed in thick snow.

Heaven and earth merged in dim union.

Liang Qu's soul shed its fleshly shell and walked along the veins of heaven and earth, sensing the tides of spiritual energy and the vitality of all things. Though his senses no longer existed, he gained an utterly new understanding of the world, one he had never before experienced.

Who knew how long passed.

Liang Qu suddenly caught a trace of reality mixed into the illusion.

Rich wine fragrance mingled with the scent of milk, wafting out its perfume and lightly slipping into his nostrils.

Grrr~~ He had sat upon the altar for days without a drop of water.

The aroma was like a sharp fishhook, tugging the cravings from his belly.

Then—

The morning bell rang.

The entire world abruptly awakened. His soul regained weight and fell back into its fleshly shell.

All five senses returned. His arms felt slightly heavy, while the soft, furry texture beneath his boots came through the soles.

Hm? What's going on?

His toes curled lightly. Liang Qu knew he was sitting upon the altar, whose surface was hard as jade. It