Meng Chong thought to himself.
While cultivating, his heart was like the grand sun, gradually resonating with the sun in the sky, his body felt as if it was being forged in a furnace, as if the ringing of a golden bell resounded within him.
As he continued with his cultivation, Meng Chong slowly felt an epiphany, and an outline of a knife started to emerge in the grand sun of his heart.
The knife, hidden within the grand sun, seemed to be tempering, undergoing transformation.
As he kept cultivating, the outline of the knife slowly became clearer.
"This is the knife in my heart!
"With the grand sun tempering the knife in my heart, if it resonates with the knife in my hand, this is nurturing the knife with intent, nurturing it with heart, nurturing it with the body!"
Meng Chong had an enlightenment at this moment.
