A few days ago, there were still remnants of the last vestiges of summer heat left in the land. The first rains of autumn had not yet fallen. Only at dusk and dawn, when the light was dim, would the wind carry a crisp autumn chill as it blew through the mountains, woods, and fields.
Autumn wind raised people's worries. At this time, Fan Xian did not have many worries. He sat among the long line of black carriages and slept with the rising and falling of the carriage. It was a false sleep. He had only closed his eyes, opened up his mind, and allowed the two different zhenqi to gently circulate.
The natural Tianyi Dao zhenqi was placed in the upper circulations. It was soft, gentle, and needed to be chanted. His true power, the powerful Tyrannical zhenqi moved around his body, strengthening his body and hammering his intent.
