Fatherly Asura

This is the precursor to the [Conception Visualisation] - a base explanation as all things come in sequence - yet the similarities demand I write it so.

Here, and upon opening, do the foundational senses open that allow for the better manipulation of external Qi.

Greater degrees of control expand within this growth, and further along the Path of [Mind], as seen through the various stages.

The [First Gate Meridian] introduces the framework that is, standardly, used for the manifestation of the [Conception Vessel]. Myriad methods are followed, depending on Sect, geography and numerous factors more spread than the Heavens themselves.

Yet, mundanely, it grants the ability to direct one’s mind into the illusory realm that will govern most [Mind] aligned practices of meditation and cultivation.

A root upon the tree where one sits.

A grain upon the shore.

A pebble upon the peak.

If one cannot manifest the adequate will to arrive here, then already the Path has run dry.

- “The Glory of Mind,” by [Three Indignancies Mentor]

A blink drew understanding, for Fu’s emergence from the [Array]-imposed realm revealed four collapsed bodies upon the gold.

He Ting had fallen first, now sallow and comatose from the gradual drain Ban Bingbai’s opportunity provided. A Numbered-Vajra of Zhu’s choosing withered aside her, scarcely a breath in her stagnant chest.

Of Fu’s choices, only a youth remained. Udvah was quashed, the [Spirit Toad] near dry upon his forehead. His third recruit, a kind-faced spearman sat in stern contemplation on the second stage of the trial, heedless of his twin sister left to the [Array’s] torment but two steps over.

The intensity has increased four times, fed by the energies intended to aid those who have fallen. That may explain the second vision’s burden.

He wiped the visceral trail from his mouth, swallowing what remained within his copper-tanged mouth. His Elder would have him butchered to appear so unseemly and improper. Ban Bingbai, however, paid no attention to any ahead.

Content upon Guang’s shell, parchment in hand.

Fu weighed his choices.

To wait- to recover his mental energies and vitalities was of undoubtable value. Yet, should further disciples fall…

Recent progress muddies my senses. It is a keen edge to walk, opportunity and danger. I should not tarry.

He allowed his [Ink] to waft before him.