At Lishui Palace, atop the waterside pavilion.
Jiang Ning slowly opened his eyes and looked toward the horizon.
The bright moon was sinking in the west, while a wash of gray-white appeared along the eastern sky. Dawn was approaching.
I spent some time in the Crimson Radiance Grotto-Heaven, and nearly a whole night has passed in reality too. His thoughts stirred. Time flows at almost the same rate in both worlds.
He gathered his thoughts and turned his attention inward.
He had returned after several hours away.
His body was unharmed, still brimming with life and vitality, and his Primordial Spirit remained just as perfectly attuned to it.
It seems my Primordial Spirit can remain outside my body longer than I imagined! The thought flashed through his mind. Then his consciousness descended into his Spirit Platform to examine his Primordial Spirit.
Golden light flowed within it, as though a miniature sun hung inside.
Blazing yang energy filled it, even shining through his Primordial Spirit into his Spirit Platform, making the yang energy there boil and filling every corner with its fierce presence.
Yet amid this resplendent yang energy, there was a hint of discord.
Yin and yang were out of balance!
The foundation of his Primordial Spirit, once woven from black and white and layered with profound radiance, now had excessive yang and depleted yin. Golden light overwhelmed it, suppressing the dark Lunar Yin energy until only a thread remained, flickering like a guttering candle in the wind.
At the extreme of yang, yin is born! That sect master used the power to make words become law to preserve a thread of balance for me, but its effect will eventually fade.
Jiang Ning could clearly sense that the strand of ultimate yin energy born from extreme yang deep within his