Shen Hui slowly descended onto the giant's head and sat down cross-legged.
At the same time, the giant formed from the mountain slowly bent its knees and sat cross-legged as well.
Its enormous body sank inch by inch, once more joining as one with the earth.
Broken stones returned to their places, and grass and trees straightened anew.
In but a moment, it had once again become a towering solitary peak, standing amid the mountains.
Shen Hui sat atop the peak, palms, soles, and crown facing heaven, his eyes half-closed.
Five streams of light slowly circulated within his chest and abdomen.
Azure, red, yellow, white, and black—the five colors shone together like five living fish swimming through his body.
The lights spun faster and faster, brighter and brighter, until they gradually became impossible to distinguish from one another.
They became only a cluster of warm, lustrous rosy light, flowing upward along the meridians throughout his body.
Passing the Heavy Tower, crossing the Jade Pillow, and entering straight into the Muddy Pellet Palace.
At last, his upper dantian shook with a thunderous boom.
Shen Hui felt his spiritual platform become clear, like an ancient mirror long buried in dust being wiped clean with a single stroke, illuminating all within and without.
His meridians seemed washed by a warm current. Those deeply hidden old wounds and lingering damage among his five viscera and six bowels all melted away, like spring ice dissolving into water without a sound.
A vigorous vitality welled up from the depths of his organs, spreading through his limbs and bones, all the way to his fingertips and hair ends.
He felt as though he were shedding his mortal frame and exchanging his bones.
It was like a lump of crude iron repeatedly hammered in a furnace, all impurities