Half a month later.
Above a palace five stories tall on Yangrang Mountain.
Mist and smoke billowed as far as the eye could see, blanketing over ten miles in mottled starlight.
Thunderous cries rang out within, like mighty warriors beating earthen drums. There was no telling how much vegetation they had shaken loose from the mountaintop; their force was extraordinary.
Yet not a single figure could be seen inside the palace.
Only the images of the five qi surged and sank, filling the chamber, constantly turning from illusory to solid and back again, displaying all the wonders of yin and yang revolving.
Deep within the five qi, a single brilliant, perfectly round golden core hung in midair, shedding warm, luminous splendor.
It seemed like wisdom made manifest, inexplicably giving one the sense that it could neither be clearly seen nor fathomed!
The way it commanded the four directions and gave birth to the five qi was truly incomparably mysterious!
Before long, a clear, ringing cry suddenly sounded out of nowhere.
The five-colored radiance filling the chamber contracted, all flowing back into the golden core.
The golden core merely spun in the air, and suddenly seven-colored haze spread across the floor.
A young Daoist clad in purple robes had appeared upon the Apricot-Yellow Meditation Cushion.
"All qi blended into one, a Dao body bestowed by heaven... now I understand the wonders of this realm."
After silently contemplating with his eyes closed for a moment, Chen Heng swept his sleeve and laughed aloud.
Cultivating the Immortal Dao was a gradual process.
As the saying went, a nine-story terrace began with piled earth.
Cultivators had to open the heavenly gates and vital acupoints step by step before they could attain illumination above and below, clarity within and without. There were no shortcuts.
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