Night descended upon the valley.
The stars hung high above the heavens, shining like countless jewels scattered across an endless black ocean.
The Primeval Green Forest remained quiet.
Yet within that silence, profound changes were taking place.
Situ sat alone atop a mountain cliff overlooking the ancient forest.
The Sacred Flesh fragrance continued drifting from his body.
The Five Animals tattoos beneath his skin moved naturally.
The Bear breathed steadily.
The Tiger prowled.
The Crane stretched its wings.
The Deer walked gracefully.
The Monkey leaped from place to place.
Each movement seemed to contain mysterious Dao principles.
For a long time, Situ simply sat quietly.
Observing.
Feeling.
Experiencing.
Ever since his body transformed into Sacred Flesh, he had sensed an indescribable change.
At first, he believed it was merely an increase in strength.
But the more he examined himself, the more he realized that strength was only the smallest benefit.
