Having consoled himself that he truly was injured this time, Zhang Xiaohua landed on the ground and sat cross-legged. He opened every pore across his body, held his five centers toward heaven, and began circulating the Forget Worry Heart Sutra. With Primordial Qi this dense, if he did not absorb it properly, would that not be a reckless waste of heavenly treasures?
The water-like Primordial Qi seemed like sweet rain, while the opened pores all over Zhang Xiaohua's body were like countless tiny mouths, greedily sucking the Qi into him.
Good heavens, this truly is a place that nurtures Earth's Core. This Qi is even denser than what the Carefree Heart Sutra describes. The Carefree Heart Sutra merely says that Primordial Qi is boundless, like mist and smoke. But here, it is like spring water. Cultivating is like drinking water.
Could it be that, back in the age of the Immortal Dao, the Primordial Qi in certain Blessed Lands was like this? Zhang Xiaohua could not help recalling Huan Wuxin's words. Even if not in every Blessed Land, if the Qi between Heaven and Earth had thirty percent of the density of the Qi within this restriction—no, even ten percent—then the Immortal Dao... could likely flourish once more!
Perhaps Little Fish... could cultivate the first level of the Carefree Heart Sutra to completion as well!
Ah, I wonder how Little Fish is doing now...
For some reason, Zhang Xiaohua's thoughts began to race like a restless monkey and a galloping horse, and he thought of Nie Qianyu, far away in Hui Chun Valley!
At that very moment, within Hui Chun Valley, Nie Qianyu stood gazing out the window. Countless peach trees had long since scattered their blossoms in a fluttering profusion. Though Hui Chun Valley was springlike all year round,