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The gentle breeze on Snow Mountain causes the Bodhi Tree to rustle, and dapples of golden light shimmer through the lush canopy. Below the clear lake flows a rapid stream, sprinkled with many fist-sized black pebbles, now splashing water, bringing the gurgling sound of the stream.
Su Heng sits on the table, revealing a look of interest on his face.
"I knew I would never be disappointed here," Su Heng sets down the teapot in his hand and asks, "But cultivating the World Will, what kind of Magic Method is that?"
"It's a Secret Technique previously acquired by the Great Yue Dynasty from the realm of immortality."
The Ming Daoist's gaze is distant as he points to the flowing stream and says softly: "Just as water flows downwards, after the World Will disperses, it will undergo a process of re-condensation. If certain methods are applied during this process, anyone could make the re-condensed World Will their own.
The key lies in... a person."
