The moon was exceptionally bright that night, looking pure and immaculate.
After briefing the Cabinet on his subsequent plans, Lu Mingyuan returned to the main hall of his bedchamber. He sat cross-legged before the window, absorbing the Power of Heaven and Earth in the moonlight.
A miniature figure moved within his mind, ceaselessly practicing a Fist Technique, refining the Great Wilderness Mountain-Shaking Fist.
Since ascending to the Celestial Human Realm, a Martial Artist had reached the end of the Martial Dao.
The path of the Dao ahead was one he had to explore for himself, to become his own guide.
Following in the footsteps of those who came before would undoubtedly limit how far one could go.
As the miniature figure continued its practice, wisps of white light floated up from the world and seeped into Lu Mingyuan's body.
A line of small text materialized in Lu Mingyuan's Sea of Consciousness.
