To Taishang's right.
Liu Mang also sat down, imitating Xuan Du.
With his five centers facing upward, he slowly closed his eyes and silently began visualizing the Supreme Clarity Daoist Canon Tongtian had left in his mind.
As Liu Mang visualized it, Tongtian's chanting seemed to resound within his skull, spreading through his limbs and bones.
"Dao was born from nothingness, spirit condensed in the void, wondrously transforming without fixed form; gather essence and focus spirit, refine spirit and unite with Dao, disperse the formless myriad spirits; from nothing, there suddenly came being..."
As the chant deepened, Liu Mang gradually entered the zone.
He clearly knew he was sitting on the ground without making any movements, yet he felt as though his entire body had floated up and was continuously drifting toward the sky.
Higher and higher, farther and farther.
He passed through the clouds, through the Gale Wind, even through the membrane of the Hong Huang world, arriving in the endless void of chaos. Countless stars surrounded him, close enough to pluck with one hand.
Although the Supreme Clarity Daoist Canon continued to echo in Liu Mang's mind, there was no sign of any cultivation technique operating within his body.
Put simply, this guy was just listening. He was not cultivating at all.
Still, that made sense. If merely listening could allow him to cultivate, then what were those Hong Huang experts who had cultivated for millions of years? Pigs for brains?
Yet Liu Mang, whose spirit was wandering beyond the heavens, knew none of this and mistakenly believed this was cultivation.
At this very moment, changes also began to occur in his body.
A spiritual membrane formed outside him, composed entirely of spiritual energy and completely enveloping his body.
The membrane was extremely thin, seeming as though it