At night, James stood on a terrace on the third floor of the estate, gazing up at the stars. The night sky was still fairly clear in this era, and the Milky Way scattered a speckled band of stars across it. He often looked up at the heavens like this at night. When Azazel was little, James would bring him along and let his mind wander, too.
The air seemed to tremble faintly as James slowly rose. He shot hundreds of meters into the sky, seemingly hoping to draw a little closer to the Milky Way.
At first, he could only lift his body slightly off the ground to resist gravity. But as his understanding of projecting force and the so-called Gang Qi deepened, this ability had become increasingly useful.
After reaching the so-called Dan Jin stage in martial arts, one had to cultivate Gang Qi. James hadn't known what that meant before. He had even stumbled his way through the Bao Dan stage on his own.
Over the past few days, he had searched through many books on Eastern Daoism. Revisiting the process he had once called "Bao Dan," he realized it had been riddled with errors.
He had once known only the general method of Bao Dan, without ever learning how Daoists understood the so-called "Golden Elixir." In truth, the process both stimulated the body to evolve and fused the spirit into one.
The Golden Elixir was a state of perfection and unity. Its cultivation was about becoming one: "embracing" one's essence, qi, and spirit together and condensing them into a single force.
But James had simply assumed the practice was about finding the points in his body that stimulated evolution, improving his constitution, and remaking himself from the ground up.
Yet if he had been wrong from