Round and Beautiful (1)
Editor: Henyee Translations
The chirping of cicadas entered the summer, the northern geese only know autumn.
Shanyang County, in the residence arranged by the Liu Residence, the leaves of the parasol tree fell layer by layer. As the autumn wind swept past, the leaves fluttered. In this bleak summer and autumn, Shen Ping sat cross-legged on the stone platform like an old monk in meditation. He did not move and allowed the leaves to fall on his body.
Until the sun rose, the condensed vitality on his body slowly dissipated like fog.
He opened his eyes. He could not help but spit out a rising Inner Breath from his mouth. Then, his True Spirit entered his body and circled around the Dao bone to check the patterns. He saw that there were already more than 300 circles of patterns, as if artistic carvings had gathered on the surface of the Dao bone.
"Ever since I started cultivating, I've had more than 370 years of cultivation in a year and a half. This cultivation speed is not bad."