And they were not ordinary sun or moon stars, all enveloped by [innate breath]—innate sun and innate Taiyin!
Zhang Fusheng was startled, but showed no emotion on his face, slightly cupping his hands, and walking into the void alongside the silent Yang Jian.
And then—
It was dryness, day after day of dryness.
When the innate Taiyin was at its peak,
Yang Jian would talk about the cultivation of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, the marvelous technique of body sanctification,
During the peak of the innate sun, he would stiffly train Zhang Fusheng in refining the flesh,
Using the peculiar location between the innate sun and the innate Taiyin, using the qi of the innate sun and the qi of the innate Taiyin to forge the body,
One day like this, every day like this.
Though this was a good thing, a heaven-sent opportunity,
But over time, Zhang Fusheng still felt dizzy—this wasn't like cultivating with the Contract, where he could completely focus single-mindedly...
