The cave estate deep within Nine Cloud Peak seemed like a secret realm forgotten by time.
The luminous beads of various sizes were embedded within the walls; the large ones the size of fists, the small ones like beans, arranged with a sense of rhythm. Their gentle light intertwined, flowing like water throughout the stone chamber.
The light drifted over the stone table and stools, casting mottled shadows on the floor, illuminating the area to resemble a serene and peaceful valley bathed in moonlight.
Chen Sheng sat cross-legged on a cold jade bed, which was a pure white throughout, with strands of cold air seeping from its edges, condensing into fine ice crystals around it, then quietly melting into the faint golden halo surrounding him.
The halo contracted slowly with his breathing, each breath carrying a unique rhythm that caused the surrounding air currents to form slight vortices, rustling the dense spiritual qi gathered inside the cave.
