"Infinite incense fire, aid me in comprehending the Dao."
Zhou Ping'an activated his heart thought, once again mobilizing five hundred thousand incense flames. The immense energy surged into his mind, propelling his cognition to infinite heights.
Entering this state once more, he still found it to be incredibly wondrous.
It felt as though, at this moment, he had transformed into an emotionless and impartial entity—neither good nor evil—a supremely calm monster, whose mind encompassed the entire cosmos. All the secrets of heaven and earth lay bare before him.
"Perhaps the wondrous uses of incense fire go beyond my imagination. No wonder even the supreme beings of myth regard these seemingly humble mortals with great importance. It's not without reason; there are indeed benefits to be found."
"Comprehending techniques, attaining enlightenment, and advancing cultivation levels—all of these can be achieved through incense fire..."
