A few minutes prior.
Li Meirong had gradually regained consciousness.
Though it certainly wasn't an immediate process. At first, a strange and terrible heat had overwhelmed her senses. She felt scorched yet soothed. Chilled yet warm.
While Li Meirong became aware of her surroundings, she noticed that her consciousness had slipped inside the metaphysical plane of her own body. A familiar looking pond brimming with translucent liquid appeared in front of her.
The last time she had seen that pond, her consciousness had drifted into her own dantian, the spiritual energy centre of her physical form.
Back then, she had nearly died in an attempt to absorb the blue flames and merge with them. Not only did she require Feng Huang's guidance, she had also struggled to meditate in order to reach the transcendent state which separated her spirit from the body, providing her with the opportunity to explore her own spiritual veins.
