Inside the room.
Lu Xuan opened his eyes, his gaze serene.
A cool breath emanated from the Yellow Millet Jade Pillow beneath his neck, keeping his Divine Soul constantly soothed.
"Another dream,"
he murmured to himself, as a clump of deep yellow smoke appeared in his hand.
The smoke rolled and rose, within it layer upon layer of phantom shadows transformed, giving rise to the myriad states of living beings.
Naturally, this smoke had been acquired from Huangliang Village, and he had already accumulated six clumps of it in his Gluttonous Insect Pouch.
With each visit to Huangliang Village becoming more frequent, Lu Xuan's will and Divine Soul both improved substantially, unseen.
His Divine Soul became integrated and full, faintly showing signs of a qualitative transformation.
His will was unshakably firm, immune to any malice or fantasy that Huangliang Village could present.
He got up and went to the Spirit Field Area.
