Xu Jingming's mental strength quickly transformed from chaos to purity, something that would've taken him a long time to achieve through his practice of spearmanship.
Now, his mental strength was naturally pure, like a delicate flower that shone brightly despite the presence of abnormal emotions and chaotic thoughts. Every petal glowed perfectly.
"When the mind is not contaminated with negativity, it is pure. That is just the most basic form of mental purity," Xu Jingming whispered. "But true mental purity is when the mind remains pure even after being contaminated by many impurities.
"As the wise men of ancient times said, by nature, there is no Bodhi tree, nor is there a mirror bright. In reality, there is nothing at all, so where does the dust alight?
"My heart is like a bright mirror that reflects everything. All the filth of Hell cannot leave a single speck of dust on the mirror." Xu Jingming, sitting cross-legged, spoke softly.