In the courtyard.
Jiang Ning closed the Panel and looked toward the distant sky.
The daylight was a haze of chaos, his vision blurred.
"Still early!" He withdrew his gaze, then felt his breathing resonate with heaven and earth.
With each breath in and out, he faintly aligned with some rhythm between heaven and earth. He could feel his mind gradually grow calm, settling steadily to the ground, the illusory feeling in his heart slowly turning into a tangible sense of groundedness.
Time trickled away bit by bit, and his heart felt increasingly peaceful.
A long while passed again.
The sky began to brighten faintly.
Huff—
He let out a long breath of stale air from his belly, breaking that rhythm.
"Next, I should continue cultivating! After that night of relaxation last night, my condition is unexpectedly good!" Thoughts sprang up in his mind.
After a brief adjustment, he had already discovered that through the adjustment of his breathing resonating with heaven and earth, and the circulation of the Three Flowers of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, his condition had recovered to over ninety percent.
The next moment.
He slightly closed his eyes, and his gaze fell into his Spirit Platform.
He saw that at the Spirit Soul within the Spirit Platform, the point of Spiritual Light between the Spirit Soul's brows had grown ever more dazzling. It gradually spread, unexpectedly forming a faint vertical-line phantom on the Spirit Soul's forehead—extremely thin, yet containing endless profundities—as if a third eye was about to open, yet had not.
The clear radiance of the Silver Moon in the Spirit Platform also seemed to have formed an even closer connection with the Spirit Soul. As moonlight flowed, Dao rhythm seemed to arise naturally, nourishing every inch of the Spirit Soul.
The resonance of his