Chapter 1682: Seclusion Can Be Addictive
The highest state of seclusion was this: one day in a cave, a thousand years in the world outside.
It felt as if you had only closed your eyes and opened them again, only to find the world utterly changed and everyone you knew gone.
Song Shuhang had never reached that state.
Whenever he cultivated before, his longest session had lasted only one night. He always stopped at daybreak.
Inside Scarlet Dragon Cave.
Song Shuhang found a flat spot with a comfortable temperature and sat cross-legged. Perhaps the little monk Guoguo's miserable experience had served as a warning, because he subconsciously avoided places that were too hot or uneven. He had no desire to get hemorrhoids himself.
Of course, at the Fifth-Grade Realm, hemorrhoids were no longer a possibility for him.
Once seated, Song Shuhang laid Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword across his knees and rested both hands on the blade. A thought struck him. "A sword really does look cool."
Sitting cross-legged with a sword across your knees gave you an air of carefree elegance.
Put a saber there instead, and you looked fierce and ready to charge.
The pink gloves on his hands did spoil the effect a little, though.
It couldn't be helped. They had searched the entire Dragon Blood Branch Tribe without finding gloves that fit Song Shuhang. In the end, a skillful young woman of the Blood Dragon Tribe had woven him a pair on the spot.
Having gloves at all was good enough. He would just have to put up with the color.
"Stop letting your mind wander. Clear your thoughts and focus on your seclusion," Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword reminded him.
"Yes, Senior." Song Shuhang nodded and closed his eyes.
First, he circulated the True Self Meditation Method