At night, Qingyang Temple.
In the quiet Daoist chamber.
Xuan Xinzhi held the paper that recorded the true spell "Art of Incarnation,"
his entire figure shrouded in darkness, with only his eyes, bright and spirited, shining with light.
He had been gazing at it from morning to evening.
It was nearly ten hours before he woke from his meditative state.
"Excellent technique, excellent technique!"
"This spell isn't as combat-effective as the Samadhi True Fire, but it's far more practical. It's just difficult to learn. With this technique, the foundation of our Qingyang Temple will be greatly strengthened!"
"Brother Xuan Yang, where did you acquire this technique?"
Xuan Xinzhi was overjoyed and wanted to find his "Brother Xuan Yang."
He turned his head and saw only pitch darkness.
He then realized that it had grown dark and that so much time had passed.
Xuan Xinzhi walked over and expertly lit a candle.
The bright candle flame immediately dispelled the darkness.
