Where was I?
In his daze, laughter jolted Ling Xi Wanderer awake. He opened his eyes just as a layer of grayish-white film cracked apart. Faint light filtered through the fissures. A figure stood outside, exceedingly blurred; he could barely make out a black robe draped over the person, concealing their head and face.
Who was it?
The question nearly slipped from his lips. Yet after years of flight, his ability to deal with every kind of threat and sudden incident was rare beneath heaven. With a turn of his thoughts, he inferred five or six tenths of the current situation.
That day, a mysterious Daoist had pierced his brain with a sword before throwing him into the Earth Aperture Fire Eye. He ought to have been dead beyond doubt. Yet fortune had it that this very ordeal happened to fit a plan he had long prepared. Seizing the opportunity, he activated it and used death to undergo rebirth. If all went smoothly, he could both raise the cultivation that had stagnated for so long and cast off a name that had become notorious in every street and alley.
At this moment, naturally, no one understood his own condition better than he did.
Deep within his soul, at the core of his Primordial Spirit, a hundred-petaled lotus bloomed. Every petal linked to multiple currents of vital energy throughout his body. With more than a hundred petals joined as one, his entire body, from top to bottom, was governed as a whole—reaching everywhere, arriving everywhere.
This wondrous method of governing vital energy completely overturned the way his soul and vital essence had operated in the past. More importantly, it had changed the substance, arrangement, and even the functions of his muscles, flesh, bones, channels, organs, and entrails. He moved slightly. Strange