MakBow
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So, for the novel I write on the side to help keep my mind fresh, a xianxia novel, I wrote my MC creating his Dantian.
Who do you think?
Context
He would draw qi from the surrounding area slowly, taking a deep breath and opening the meridians, and then gulping as if he were swallowing qi itself.
‘...!! So that’s what it feels like. Kind of…cold.”
This cold sensation he felt would start at its arms, going to the pores to enter the skin and his bones, entering directly into his meridians. This gave it a cold sensation within his body, causing him to shiver. He would then feel this sensation rise in his body, entering into his shoulder and ribs, going lower again into his belly area, his organs feeling cold now. And finally, it would accumulate in his stomach area.
He began to focus on this area, and from this, he felt a great pressure, as if an implosion was waiting to occur. It piled beneath his navel, layer after layer, until his breath shook. The pressure grew sharp, then unbearable, as if something inside him were being ground down.
With a silent crack, the pain peaked. The pressure collapsed inward, tearing a hollow into existence. He gasped as the qi surged into that emptiness, no longer raging but settling, heavy and real. Something had formed. Something fragile, but permanent.
Who do you think?
Context
He would draw qi from the surrounding area slowly, taking a deep breath and opening the meridians, and then gulping as if he were swallowing qi itself.
‘...!! So that’s what it feels like. Kind of…cold.”
This cold sensation he felt would start at its arms, going to the pores to enter the skin and his bones, entering directly into his meridians. This gave it a cold sensation within his body, causing him to shiver. He would then feel this sensation rise in his body, entering into his shoulder and ribs, going lower again into his belly area, his organs feeling cold now. And finally, it would accumulate in his stomach area.
He began to focus on this area, and from this, he felt a great pressure, as if an implosion was waiting to occur. It piled beneath his navel, layer after layer, until his breath shook. The pressure grew sharp, then unbearable, as if something inside him were being ground down.
With a silent crack, the pain peaked. The pressure collapsed inward, tearing a hollow into existence. He gasped as the qi surged into that emptiness, no longer raging but settling, heavy and real. Something had formed. Something fragile, but permanent.