Eight Desolate City.
The "Eight Desolate Daoist" turned his inner vision upon himself, where deep within his Primordial Spirit, a flickering ball of firelight lay hidden in an incandescent vortex, shrouded in an impenetrable darkness.
Five strands of Primordial Spirit soared out.
They fell upon the Daoist's fingertips.
With a flick, they disappeared into the void.
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Earth Immortal World.
Yellow Wind Ridge.
Green Bamboo Cave.
Lu Qingfeng sat cross-legged in meditation, eyes closed, submerged in the Mysterious Realm.
Within the depths of his Primordial Spirit.
Throughout his flesh.
Specks of Glazed Glass light circulated, forming a seamless whole that shone outward, appearing like walls cast of Glazed Glass. Upon close count, they numbered ninety-nine layers.
This day.
The Glazed Glass light twinkled faintly, emerging from nothingness, with specks of light blossoming in an instant, giving rise to another layer of Glazed Glass Wall.
