The night had been far too eventful.
From Beyond the Qingming to the eighteenth layer of Fengdu, from Daoist Monarchs and Great Powers to lowly Qi Cultivation Lower Cultivators, everyone had been bustling about.
A searing Divine Sense, like wind fanning a fire, drilled into his fontanelle before returning to his Primordial Gate. The Daoist Robe-clad youth in the ancestral hall opened his eyes and leisurely recited:
"Heaven and Earth are the furnace, Creation is the smith; Yin and Yang are the charcoal, the myriad things are the copper..."
Although he was still at the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer, the Wind and Fire Cushion had reopened his meridians and refined his foundation, greatly solidifying his Merit.
It was only fitting to recite a few lines of verse to celebrate!
Just then, the faint morning light on the horizon grew bright, and the sun's golden radiance shone right into his eyes.
