Water cascaded down on Wang Zen, the water washing over him and providing a cooling sensation. He could feel his ki, brimming. His ki had taken the form of a giant, slightly off-white tower in his diantian. The tower pressed against the ceiling of the diantian, slowly putting pressure on it. Cracks were slowly spreading out but it held firm. This was the ceiling he was trying to literally break.

He took more and more nature energy and refined it into ki, making the tower ever bigger, putting ever more pressure on the ceiling but still it would not budge.

Then, in the space of his diantian, he saw his brother. His young smiling face, under a bed of wild black hair, wearing Red Dragon Sect uniform.

Then he saw his father, standing tall and proud. His demon-faced mask vanishing, revealing his solemn and sad face. A face with much to bear.

Zen’s own face grimaced, knowing that he needed to get stronger. If he was to achieve his goals, to carry his father’s burden and honour his brother’s memory.

His face twisted in anger and determination. The rate at which he was absorbing and refining nature energy into ki increased. The tower grew larger and larger, putting even more pressure onto the ceiling. The webs of the cracks on ceiling grew more and more numerous until…

The ceiling collapsed, breaking apart into many shards. The shards were not made of glass but some kind of ethereal material. When the shards hit the ground, a large section of the ground, beneath and around the shards glowed blue and then vanished. More shards kept raining down, making the ground vanish wherever they landed.

After some time, the shards stopped falling. Around the tower of ki was now a deep and empty cavern. Zen looked up at where the ceiling was, he was instantly drawn in to the place beyond where ethe ceiling had been. He was flying through a colourful space of swirling orange, blacks and purples.

His movement then abruptly stopped. He looked around and he saw he was surrounded by six suns. Instinctively, he knew what each of the suns were and represented.

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The dimmest sun was a fiery red colour. That represented the Elemental Energy of fire.

Then there was a cold silver sun, which represented Metal Element.

On the other side was a sun of a deep green colour of the Wood Element.

An aqua blue sun shone a little brighter that was of the Elemental Energy of water.

Equally as bright was a golden sun that represented the Lightning Element.

The brightest of the suns was light blue and represented the Wind Element.

Zen suddenly lurched towards the Wind Sun.

“No!” Zen shouted as he tried to stop himself from getting pulled into the Wind Sun. He flailed wildly, slowing down the gravitational pull of the sun. He could feel a feint pull towards the Metal Sun but not as strong as the Water sun and nowhere near as strong as the gravitational pull of the wind sun.

Zen looked back in horror. Not only was the gravitational pull getting stronger but the sun was also moving towards him.

“No!” Zen shouted as the Metal Sun got further and further away, its light being drowned out by the blue light of the Wind Elemental Sun. He and the sun crashed into each other, merging into one.

When Zen came to, he was in his diantian once again. This time, above the tower of ki was a pearl of light blue energy. The pearl was slowly absorbing energy from the tower, growing a little bigger.

Zen’s consciousness moved the pearl to spiral around the tower of ki. With each spiral, the pearl grew larger and larger, becoming more than a pearl. Soon, the pearl grew to the size of a human adult.

The giant sphere then headed to the deep cavern. The sphere began shrinking as blue liquid began growing out of the rapidly shrinking sphere. The sphere shrunk down to the size of a pearl and the liquid that had been growing under it formed a droplet. The droplet fell from the pearl into the deep cavern.

“Well,” he said to himself, “one drop at a time, I guess.”

“Zen. Zen” Shibi called out.

Zen woke up from his dream of the past. It had been a few weeks since he had become a Wind Elementalist. “Shibi?” Zen yawned.

“We’re here,” Shibi said. “We’re home.”

Zen looked at the giant mansion that served as their home while his mother was employed as the City Lord. After their mission, Team Lao was given some time off and Zen wanted to spend that time at home.

When they entered and old friend and servant came out to greet them.

“Master Wang! Shibi!” Ding Wu said, chewing on a piece of wheat.

“Ding Wu, good to see you again!” Zen clasped his hands and bowed.

Ding Wu’s eyes widened. “You’ve done it! You’re at Master Level!”

Zen smiled and nodded.

“Well, you know what that means.” Ding Wu smirked as he said. “Now, we have to fight.”