On both banks of a dark yellow, viscous great river, deep crimson seven-petaled flowers bloomed in overwhelming profusion.
A monstrous figure, bull-headed and a man's body, stood a zhang tall, wielding an iron hoe as it ceaselessly dug into the mud along the shore. Once it had shoveled out a deep pit, a chunk of black iron emanating whirling, ghostly Yin energy immediately caught its bovine eyes.
Instantly overjoyed, the bull-headed monster let out a grunt. In a flash, a gray flame burst from its nostrils, engulfing the entire chunk of black iron.
This fire was the renowned 'Samadhi True Flame'; only when one's Essence, Qi, and Spirit all reached Great Perfection would they transform into Primordial Essence, Primordial Qi, and Primordial Spirit—each giving rise to a unique fire. When all three blazes fused, Samadhi True Flame was born.
