Every part of Zhang Lie's body was pure and shining, with unadulterated vitality.0

In the refinement chamber, Zhang Lie forgot everything: strife, passion, and all worldly possessions. His mind was tranquil, at ease. He breathed out with a puff of light. The air that was sucked into his body took on the shape of dragons. He breathed with a particular rhythm, neither quick nor slow, ever following the pulse of the world.0

The air that Zhang Lie inhaled took on the form of dragons. As he exhaled, those dragons coiled around his body and transformed into genetic energy. Behind Zhang Lie appeared swimming pale blue fish, an ink-black serpent, a resplendent golden tiger, a heavyset...0