The night was deep, and Anan had already been coaxed to sleep, perhaps now in sweet dreams occasionally smacking her lips.
Jiang Wang sat cross-legged, his five hearts turned to the heavens.
His mind sank into Tongtian Palace, where the intricate star chart arranged by Path Origin shined overhead.
An unknown black candle hung in the center, with the Earth Caterpillar Spirit, transformed by the Dao veins, slowly circling around it.
Jiang Wang was not anxious or impatient, quietly waiting for the right moment.
He originally chose the Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation as the foundation-mapping technique, estimating that it would take half a year.
But his gains since starting to open his meridians had been substantial.
