After familiarizing himself with the cloak, Chen Lin took out the improved steamed buns.
Even he was surprised that these buns had beaten Zhang Dayou's dish. He needed to examine them properly and see what had changed after his improvements.
There had been ten in the steamer. Six had already been used, leaving four.
The buns had gone cold, so Chen Lin reheated one and began to taste it.
His eyes immediately lit up.
In one word: fresh!
In two words: utterly delicious!
The filling of three kinds of river delicacies brought the buns' freshness to its utmost, while the wrappers made from three kinds of spirit wheat gave them a light yet endlessly lingering fragrance.
The three special spiritual waters added layers of complexity.
And a flavor that defied description, yet left him feeling incomparably refreshed.
As the flavor exploded across his taste buds, Chen Lin sank into a wondrous artistic conception.
He seemed to stand within the river of time, experiencing countless lives-their bitterness and sweetness, joys and sorrows, partings and reunions. They were immensely fulfilling.
Yet every life held regrets. None could be perfect.
It left him deeply oppressed.
And utterly lost.
Then a ray of light shone into the world.
Like a mother's affection, a lover's whispers, and a friend's care, that light swept away every dark cloud.
His heart became extraordinarily peaceful.
Chen Lin's eyes drifted half shut, and his entire being entered a special state.
His body, soul, and intent, his essence, energy, and spirit-all relaxed.
Without form or conscious intent, he forgot both the world and himself.
In this state, his spirit platform became incomparably clear. He gained new understanding of the cultivation path, the origins of laws, and even all things in heaven and earth.
He made tremendous improvements in every aspect.