In the peach grove, Nie Qianyu gazed at the full moon that had long risen high into the sky, feeling inexplicably vexed. "May we live long and share the beauty of the moon, though a thousand miles apart. That speaks exactly of this moment. Brother Ren is inside the Incense-Passing Cult; I wonder how he is doing! Today, even Hui Chun Valley is to be punished by the Incense-Passing Cult. Brother Ren... he must be suffering terribly, mustn't he?"
Yet Zhang Xiaohua, far away amid the ruins of the Incense-Passing Cult, was not as Nie Qianyu worried. At this very moment, he sat with his eyes closed, regulating his breath. He spread his divine sense to its limit, sensing the Primordial Qi around him, drawing that pure qi into his body and refining it into true qi.
At midnight, an inexplicable ripple spread from Zhang Xiaohua's body, drawing down starlight from the boundless night sky. That starlight actually disregarded the existence of the seven-colored restriction and shone directly around Zhang Xiaohua. In a moment, the starlight formed a cocoon, wrapping him within it. As the starlight seeped in, the Primordial Qi grew even more frenzied. It had long lost the orderliness of daytime and, as though entering a deep cavern, spiraled into Zhang Xiaohua's body.
Within his meridians, the qi refined from the Primordial Qi circulated madly under the impetus of the Carefree Heart Sutra, running one cycle after another along his meridians in an endless loop. Before long, the true qi in his meridians was saturated, yet the water-like Primordial Qi around him continued to surge in. The most immediate consequence was that Zhang Xiaohua's already broad and resilient meridians were stretched open and torn apart once more. However, the qi was wrapped in star power, and that star