In the early morning, the east just revealed a touch of fish belly white.
Zhang Fan sat cross-legged on the rooftop, his body gently rising and falling, breathing nearly halted, akin to a baby, long and lingering.
The dawning light spilled over him, like a layer of golden gauze, even the hair on his skin stood erect.
The golden morning light, synchronized with Zhang Fan's breath, seeped through his pores, slowly merging into his body.
His eyes barely open, reflecting the sun's shadow, his pupils gleaming with a golden radiance.
At this moment, Zhang Fan's eyes seemed to hold a great fire burning, suspended high in the sky, both in the realms of the heavens and the mundane world.
Hoo...
Meditating on the great sun, absorbing its essence, with the seven turns and nine transformations, the air Zhang Fan exhaled distorted the surrounding atmosphere.
"Gathering the great sun ignites the flame within, transforming the old self into the true self."
