The sixty-four trigrams circling around Trigram Mountain in the inner world had already solidified. This was a copy and had drawn upon the Tao Rhythm of the Constant Trigram within Su He's body.
At this moment, each hexagram contributed to the growth of Trigram Mountain, far surpassing the combined impact of all other trigrams.
With every rotation, Trigram Mountain grew a bit, and Su He's True Yuan consolidated a bit more and increased a bit.
The mountain, inch by inch, rose higher, and the space it upheld expanded imperceptibly.
Not knowing how long he had been cultivating, a nameless thought arose: he should name the mountain.
This was a thought that had suddenly sprung up, or rather, the mountain was asking him for a name!
As Su He controlled the rotation of the hexagrams, he pondered deeply.
