EYE OF THE FALLEN HEAVEN

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silence. A gentle wind swept through the Eastern Wing, brushing past abandoned courtyards and

rom his father spread before him. The edges of the parchment

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in to understand its depths. It wasn't a single technique but a path

x sub-stages under Minor, six unde

haracters that described the first sub-s

orged anew. Through spiritual herbs and the b

slowly. "Shattere

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, firm, dressed in light robes of clo

ood quickly

swept the empty room, the half-rolled sc

ard and placed a small black b

paper and soft cloth, were three spiri

soften the bones and pre

nown to stimulate

rare stabilizing plant, essentia

's breat

ee sub-stages of the Minor Stage," Tianhai

outh to speak, but hi

l be the

them. A quiet wind

what I can give. The heavens may be unjust, but they are not sent

away, but pause

. these a

he

flickering shadows of the peach

ern before him. The Crimson Root Orchid pulsed with warmth. He took it first-crushing it bet

hest. A strange numbness

stalk, and immediately his veins flared hot, as i

nched. His

he began t

orced qi to move through physical strain-guided by sheer will. Lin Feng drove the gathered energ

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his side,

he eye. Tiny, countless fissures throughout his arms and spine. The pain wasn't

s were drenched in swe

f back upright, and chewed a p

him, stabilizing the chaos in his marrow. He g

r..." he muttered th

grinding against itself. His breath became shallo

e end

technique to cycle again. Let the spiritual energy

ost me

n the sensation in his spine returned, L

e First Sub-Stage

he old windowpanes. Lin Feng sat with a c

barel

on Root Orchid to stimulate his blood channels. Then, with shredded Bone-Fire Grass and lotus

his one wasn't abou

rning of the

seized in spasms. His breath came in ragged gasps as he meditated, g

s, he nearly

rs of gasping and swea

tage: Vein P

, he lit a s

s shadow danced

e Third Sub-Stage

movement-act

s arms and legs. Then, gritting his teeth, he began a series of slow, metho

to his muscles. Every repetitio

. The lanter

elf to the edg

the verge of unconsciousness-did

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clenched

hout, he

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shall

ed his fist, b

the mark for

exhaled

uttered, eyes narrowing.

mber, he sat cross-legged and unr

Fourth Sub-Stage of the Mino

: Hollow Jade Leaf and

. His chest ached.

the sealed blac

gather more...

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y was t

ed back, the do

ying a wooden tray with ste

ld man said gently. "You

ed, then gave

ose I h

ray beside him, then sa

ettled be

e world moved on, but here, in this forgotten wing, on

hin tha

mething greater