Ten Thousand Gourds Move Again

Mountain. River. Sun. Moon. Knife. Axe. Sword. Spear. The holy air came out again, all headed towards Han Sen. They entered through his forehead, one after another.

"Good Bao'er! I raised you well, after all." Han Sen was so happy, he wanted to pick her up and kiss her cheeks.

One holy air headed for Han Sen was like the mountain of a god. Han Sen felt the power of a mountain go inside him.

Han Sen felt as if he himself had become the god mountain. The strength, vitality, and power of a mountain were inside him. He now understood what a mountain truly was.

A river came next, and Han Sen became a river in accordance. The swell of the river, and the infinite reach of its waters came into Han Sen's heart. At that moment, Han Sen was the river, and the river was Han Sen.

Galaxy and snow. All these strange things landed atop Han Sen. He understood everything at a greater level than he had before.