Demonic Cultivation: Devouring Ten Thousand Demonic Beasts - Chapter 37: A deep meditation

... ater — stirred, yet still.

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Langtian sat upon the bed with legs crossed and spine straight. His eyes were gently shut, his breathing slow and steady, like the rise and fall of a tranquil tide. Each breath drawn deep into his lungs, each exhale soft as mist.

The moment he began chanting the Lotus Heart Sutra of the Tranquil Dao, a strange stillness settled over him. His thoughts quieted. His heartbeat slowed. His mind grew lighter, clearer, and vast.

He imagined ...