Decades later, in the Gu Liu Realm of the Heavenly Origin Universe, Lu Yin returned to the old place. He felt deeply moved. It was here that he had first met Master Cao.
The poisonous miasma in the Gu Liu Realm had diminished tremendously. Back then, he had needed to detoxify himself before going to the Divine Gu Continent. Now, with a wave of his hand, the miasma dispersed like ordinary fog.
"Try sensing it," Master Cao said.
Standing in the Gu Liu Realm, Lu Yin closed his eyes and silently sensed its breathing.
Inhale—exhale, inhale—exhale, inhale—exhale.
Each breath was different from before. As he breathed, it was as if another pair of eyes had opened, letting him look at the starry sky. It was still the same sky, yet it, too, was breathing—very faintly. Why did he know it was faint? Right, he had been here before. Though he hadn't been able to sense its breathing back then, his body had remembered the feeling of this place.
His breathing stirred the memories already held by his body. Those memories had no physical form or images, yet they truly existed.
It was as if the universe had a shared memory.
Lu Yin suddenly opened his eyes. "It's the body."
Master Cao's eyes shone. "Keep going."
"Breathing has awakened the body's memories," Lu Yin said.
"Hahahaha, good! Congratulations—you've taken the first step in cultivating the Seven Needles of Yanmen." Master Cao was delighted. He looked at Lu Yin with astonishment. Though he had said Lu Yin was slow to cultivate, how could he truly be slow?
To go from nothing to this in a few decades, and comprehend the Way of Breathing—if that was slow, humanity would have been invincible long ago.
Lu Yin let out a breath. So this was