Above the Five Sacred Mountains, there were no gods. Yet merely looking at them, Li Qingxian felt incomparably small, and an unprecedented impact crashed down upon him.
All the Fate Mountains on his body seemed like bamboo shoots after spring rain, flourishing and growing wildly.
Li Qingxian only felt itchy all over, as though something were about to burrow out from beneath his skin.
Before long, the tingling sensation gathered at the center of his brow.
An instant later, a stabbing pain came from between his brows, like a needle piercing in and gently stirring.
Li Qingxian's face twitched slightly, but he did not make a sound.
An instant later, a tearing sensation came from between his brows. It felt as though a round, damp little ball were squeezing out from there, rolling and spinning about.
Once all the changes stopped, Li Qingxian slowly opened his eyes and took out a mirror.
There was nothing between his brows. It was just as usual.
Lowering the mirror, Li Qingxian revealed a strange expression.
Because he could still see his own face.
Mirrorless Self-Reflection.
Not only that, he could see everything behind him as well.
He was clearly looking straight ahead, yet he could see the ground beneath the stool.
Behind the painting scroll, inside the porcelain vase, within his clothes, in the cracks of the wall, inside the brush handle—everything was revealed down to the slightest detail.
Every detail within the entire room was reflected before his eyes.
Heaven-and-Earth Illumination.
In the Confucian School, this realm was called "Cleansing a Room."
Upon reaching this realm, one could leave home and cleanse the world.
Li Qingxian was puzzled. He closed his eyes again and examined within himself, faintly discovering that the blood vessels between his brows had undergone enormous changes. They intertwined