Jiang Yi's meditation this time round was a lot more relaxed. Perhaps the lady sleeping on his thigh made him feel a sense of ease, or maybe it was the light fragrance from Yin Ruobing's body making him feel very comfortable. The effects of this meditation were much better.
Although the effects were better—if some things could not be realized, they could not be realized regardless. The fusion of the astral winds was even harder than a dao pattern. As every astral wind had a different body, it was easy to gather them together; to make them utterly fused together was very difficult. This was the same logic with two ropes: it was easy to tangle them up, but they were two strings of a rope after all. They would not meld into one.
"What can I do to merge them? Or could it be the astral winds cannot be fused? What I saw back then was an illusion created by the Mystic Thearch?"
