A few hours later, on the stone platform of true martial mountain,
Xia ping calmed his heart and focused his mind. His brush was like a dragon or a snake as he wrote down the last few lines of words from the "cultivation picture" in his memory. The two sides of the "cultivation picture" were already filled with four to five thousand small words.
- Soul room, an East Sea Azure Dragon. Party a, liquid wood. In the hexagram, it was shock. In the Fang, it was East. In the five elements, it was wood. In the Dao, it was soul and nature. It belonged to the mother of the fire god. It was the liver. The sun in the sky. This is where my soul is. Soul room, West Mountain White Tiger, Geng position, metal essence. In the hexagram, it was DUI. In the Fang, it was West. In the five elements, it was metal. In the Dao, it was soul. It was emotion. It was the Mother of Water spirits.
