Bab 740: Voices of the past (1)

Yang Qing remained stupefied unable to tear his eyes away from the sight before him. He kept pinching his thighs a couple of times to confirm that all he was seeing wasn't an illusion. Despite its stingy nature, he was constantly reminded of the Order's accumulations. Just sitting there on the carpet scroll, he could feel his essence, qi, and spirit being renewed, strengthened, and transformed by the second. He felt like his mind was being expanded, with his thoughts becoming clearer and sharper. 

The voice being produced from the stream below, or the auspicious beasts above affected his palace realm, as it seemed to tremble with excitement and hunger. The ocean within his palace realm churned, the sun blazed with more intensity, the moon released a gentle brilliance and the green flame tree at the center vibrated with vibrancy as a blinding verdant light was released from every part of his body.