In the living room, all was quiet. Meng Xinhai and Li Qingyun sat still, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the focused youth.
The incense of a purple-bronze burner was slowly burning, clearing the mind and calming the spirit.
Qin Ming set down the three sheets of paper and stepped into the courtyard. He took a deep breath and exhaled with a unique rhythm, his eyes shining like stars. He followed his understanding, transforming his Heavenly Light Qi into countless fine lines, expanding within his flesh and blood, in correspondence with the three images depicted on the sheets.
His Heavenly Light Qi was the foundation he stood on at this stage, and after merging as one, it radiated as brightly as the golden sun to the disciples of the outer realms.
Now, the Heavenly Light Qi transformed into streams of golden rivers flowing through his flesh and blood, matching the dense web of the first image.
He felt a warmth enveloping his entire being, quite comfortable. At this moment, light radiated from his brow, his body became warm, and he felt pure and transcendent from head to toe, as if he was about to soar into the clouds.