The daylight was blazing fiercely.
As it shone through the flower-patterned window paper, thin as a cicada's wing, countless specks of dust could be seen drifting through the air, like tiny, glittering fireflies deep within a stream amid luxuriant vegetation.
Ancestor Fu Can had long since tumbled into the emptied wine jar and fallen fast asleep, snoring away.
On his meditation cushion, Chen Heng held a clean porcelain bottle. The embryonic breathing within him circulated through his limbs and bones in a particular rhythm, sometimes swift as a galloping horse, resounding like great rivers and tides shaking his pillow, sometimes still as an ancient tortoise: let the winds of all ten directions twist and turn as they pleased, he remained immovable, resting serenely at his center.
With every cycle of his breathing, a strand of vital essence flew from the bottle into his nostrils, where his Qi Cultivation Art ground it down into the purest Origin True Essence before merging it into his embryonic breathing.
With each strand consumed, Chen Heng's embryonic breathing was nourished and grew a little stronger.
This vital essence had all come from slaughtering the countless beasts and birds of Huaiwu Cave. It was superior spiritual qi to begin with, pure in its attributes and almost comparable to Talisman Coins.
Moreover, the "Primordial Beginning True Origin Scripture Expounded by the Divine House Pivot Splendor Dao Lord" that Chen Heng cultivated could encompass 129,600 kinds of spiritual qi, termed Dragon-Heaven Illumination, All True Ones Gathered and Governed. He had no concerns about gathering qi...
Yet in these few days of cultivation, he had already consumed most of the vital essence in the porcelain bottle. Although his embryonic breathing had grown considerably, he was still some distance from the sixth layer of Qi Refining.
This Qi Cultivation Art