The Ten Thousand Great Mountains stretched on without end.
The mountain ranges joined one another, a lush sea of green as far as the eye could see.
The deeper they went into the mountains, the fewer signs of human life they saw.
Fortunately, food was not scarce. Every so often, a wild beast or two would pop out from somewhere.
None, however, was a match for Li Ping'an and Monk Changqing.
Admittedly, many terrifying beings lurked deep in the mountains.
But there were not many of them, scattered across this vast wilderness.
The odds of encountering them were infinitesimal, unless one was the sort of unlucky wretch who could be struck by lightning eight times in a single day.
Li Ping'an sat on a rock, his consciousness roaming free as he looked down upon the earth.
Sun and moon traded places; the four seasons changed.
Beasts ran and birds flew; plants withered.
Breath circulated within his body. Every blade of grass, every insignificant rock-
Seemed to possess an indescribable feeling.
Somewhere in the unseen, something seemed to be calling to him.
Making his body resonate with it.
[Turtle Breath Technique: 93%-94%]
A light current of energy made a circuit through Li Ping'an's meridians.
It flowed backward along the crown of his head and merged into the Snow Mountain in his back.
Then it surged into the Mud Pellet, opening up new territory within it.
It felt immensely comfortable, as though he had become one with heaven and earth at that moment.
Like a blade of grass or a rock, he had formed a close connection with the workings of the universe.
His surroundings stirred without wind, the power of nature flowing through them.
Sensing the change in Li Ping'an,
Monk Changqing pressed his palms together. "Amitabha! One flower,