"When mortal cultivators enter the Dao, they knock upon the gate of all mysteries. At each turn of the seasons, bathe in orchid fragrance, fast in a secluded chamber, and enter the room to sit in stillness."
"Take the image of Heaven and Earth blossoming upon a single stem, and meld the spirit altar into twin trees, one governing Birth, the other Storage. Sit cross-legged, holding the 'spiritual resonance' seal."
"Let dark smoke rise from the qi sea, disperse breath through the spirit's empty court, shroud the body in ninefold rosy clouds, and conceal its image in the shadowed depths. Let the precious talisman descend in mystery, mount the green carriage, turn through the nine dawns, and settle my form. Ascend to the jade chamber, pay homage at the purple court, click the teeth twenty-four times, and swallow breath eight times before stopping."
"..."
Jiang Yang's robes billowed without wind. His breathing followed its own rhythm of inhalation and exhalation, while clear, bright vapor filled the meditation chamber without a single wisp escaping.
The magic power in his qi sea lay like a clear spring at the bottom of a valley. Dense dark smoke gathered above it, only to be gathered and refined by Jiang Yang, falling like fine rain.
Though his newly formed Broadwood magic power amounted to only a shallow layer, every drop weighed as heavily as a mighty mountain, robust and refined, its resilience unmatched.
Its quantity had not increased in the slightest and had instead shrunk by more than half, yet even a conservative estimate put a single drop of his current magic power at ten times its former worth.
Jiang Yang was inwardly startled:
*Leaving aside how Dao Lineages overcome and restrain one another, the quality of this magic power alone could crush someone to