Lind found himself in an austere chamber. Incense sticks burned in humble clay holders while green fronds added to the moisture of the room to make it comfortable. It was a serene place and he assumed a lotus position out of instinct.
He had been forcing his Mysteries.
Condensing concepts with mystery energy to fill his dantian was not difficult to grasp but he did not truly understand what he was doing. He was letting instinct and his harmony bridge the gap.
He now understood what was happening with his Dao Weapon. It was anchoring the Mysteries before they reached his dantian! His harmony was always so much more powerful because of all he did to advance.
It outstripped all his abilities and now it was acting as something beyond his own expectations. He had found it odd that his Art of Defiance felt hardly any different but it was another aspect that had advanced.
