On returning to peak state, Xiao Ming assumed a lotus position ready to condense his spirit qi sea.
WHOOSH!
The wind blew past his face as he began to circulate the Shadowless Spirit Sword Sutra. His aura turned chaotic as he pondered on the abstruse meaning of the sword sutra. With a grave expression, Xiao Ming stretched out his palm forward.
A few lines of ancient language was muttered from his lips. Right then, some noticeable changes began to take form inside Xiao Ming.
After he revolved the remnant energy from the dao lotus seeds, he breathed a mouthful of Heaven and Earth Essence Qi. The divine scroll buzzed in his soul sea and an ancient voice began chanting solemnly. Xiao Ming wore a pained expression as he endured the soul shattering pressure from the voice.
