Lishui Imperial Palace, above the water pavilion.
Jiang Ning slowly opened his eyes and looked toward the horizon.
He saw the bright moon sinking west, while a smear of gray-white appeared along the eastern sky—the scene of dawn about to break.
"I stayed in the Crimson Radiance Grotto-Heaven for a while, and nearly a whole night has passed in reality too." His heart stirred slightly. "The flow of time in the two worlds is almost the same."
He gathered his thoughts and sank his mind inward.
He had returned after several hours.
His physical body was unharmed, still brimming with vitality, and his Nascent Soul and flesh remained just as perfectly attuned.
"It seems the time my Nascent Soul can spend outside my body is longer than I imagined!" A thought flashed through his mind, and then his consciousness fell into his Spiritual Platform as he observed his own Nascent Soul.
Within the Nascent Soul, Golden Light flowed, as if a miniature Great Sun hung within, shining down.
Blazing yang energy filled it, even shining through the Nascent Soul and illuminating the Spiritual Platform, causing yang energy to boil throughout the entire Spiritual Platform, that blazing yang energy filling all four directions.
Yet within this brilliant, majestic yang energy, a trace of disharmony showed through.
Yin and yang were out of balance!
The foundation of his Nascent Soul, originally interwoven in black and white and layered with profound light, now had flourishing yang and declining yin. The Golden Light was excessive, and the dark Taiyin energy had been suppressed until only a thread remained, like a guttering candle in the wind, flickering uncertainly.
"When yang reaches its extreme, yin is born! That sect master used the power of Words Manifesting Law to continue a thread of balance for me, but