In the Liberation Temple's Tower of Exaltation — the abbot's personal chambers — Xinzi sat crossed-legged, eyes shut tight in meditation. Up in the Celestial Paradise, another version of Xinzi sat on the Grand Tribulation Platform, digesting the crackling lightning that oozed from his skin.
In the sky, thunder roared continuously, warning Xinzi of the tribulation lightning salvo that would slam into him on the following day. He ignored it, focused on digestion and breathing. With each session of inhalation and exhalation, one could see misty white waves flow in and out of Xinzi's mouth and nostrils.
