Exhale!
Inhale!
Black and white wisps of energy intertwined and spiraled within the void. Beneath these two streams, a figure sat cross-legged, their form expanding and contracting in rhythm with their breath.
With every inhale and exhale, the black and white auras surrounding them diminished slightly, until, after an indeterminate period of time, the energies in the void vanished entirely.
Qin Zheng slowly opened his eyes at this moment. Within his gaze, the yin-yang qi briefly formed a Taiji diagram before dissipating imperceptibly, revealing pupils as stark as black and white.
"I've reached the limit..."
Qin Zheng whispered softly to himself.
Before him lay five exquisite jade gourds, their lids now open, their interiors empty—a sign that the Great Pills they once contained had been entirely refined.
