On this day, Lin Fan cultivated in seclusion within chaos, comprehending the Dao. The sound of scripture recitation echoed ceaselessly in his heart as all manner of techniques emerged.
Whoosh!
As his consciousness roamed, all the primordial qi in his qi sea condensed, tempered itself, and compressed. With a boom, a golden core appeared.
The next moment, it plunged into his five viscera, illuminating them, dispersing the mist, and bringing everything into sharper focus.
"There are gods within the five viscera!" Lin Fan murmured. Looking inward, he saw more of himself than he ever had before.
At once, he discovered countless gods, each a tiny point of light, floating and sitting cross-legged within his five viscera.
At a glance, it looked as though the gods and demons of the myriad heavens were reciting scriptures there. There were simply too many, and the sight was profoundly mysterious, with an eerie quality.
"Too many gods, too many scriptures, all too scattered. This does not accord with my path. The true self must reign supreme, the true self must preside, refining and fusing everything into one."
Lin Fan felt his way forward, breaking through the mist, infusing his own convictions into it, holding firm to his thoughts as he explored his own technique.
This period of seclusion lasted more than a decade. He guided a golden core into his five viscera, absorbing the five qi, communing with the gods, and unfolding a world-shaking path.
"Within the five viscera, all the gods are me. The Great Dao is boundless, yet contained within the number three. It arises from one, and the self transforms into myriad forms!"
Lin Fan was startled. In the unseen depths, he seemed to have seized some opportunity, some trajectory of the Great Dao, and his heart suddenly became clear.
Soon,