Duan Rong sat cross-legged on the black earth within the Sea of Consciousness, with his five hearts facing the sky!
His eyes were tightly shut, and he chanted the spell with a calm mind!
The murmured spell, dense like raindrops, resonated in this ancient and majestic space, like the whispering of divine demons…
As the urgent and dense spell echoed throughout the space…
The swirling thin mist gradually came to a halt…
They stopped swirling…
The still mist began to descend…
The once thin mist began to thicken…
The dense mist became a layer of gray-white, settling on the surface of the black earth…
Duan Rong sat cross-legged within this layer of gray-white dense mist, with only his head exposed, the gray-white mist extending to his neck…
Duan Rong's face was serene, immersed in a state of bliss…
After the mist settled, this space became exceptionally clear, akin to a world of pure land that had been cleansed…
The sky was like transparent crystal…
