The air was serene, carrying a natural tranquility that seemed to cradle Xiao Ming in its embrace.
Before long, he entered a state of profound meditation, his body and spirit aligning in perfect harmony.
It was as if he had returned to the position of an infant nestled within its mother's womb—a state of pure, untainted existence.
Slowly, Xiao Ming drifted into a deep, meditative sleep, one that would last for several days.
When he finally awoke, it was with a surge of energy that coursed through his veins like a roaring river.
His blood felt alive, vibrant, and refreshing, as though it had been purified by the unseen essence of the heavens.
A sharp glint flashed through his eyes, and his body radiated a faint but unmistakable sword might. With a simple movement, he reined in his aura, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
