The success of the Resounding Echoes of Celestial Refinement was only the beginning of Wei Wuyin's rampant tyranny unleashed upon the Dao of Alchemy. Earlier, he had entered a state of unprecedented aggressive clarity, putting his all forth with concentrated intensity while simultaneously devouring all that he learned. It was a wondrous state of enlightenment akin to yang.
This time, as he relaxed, deciding to ride the natural momentum of his successes, it was as if the mist surrounding him had developed an assistive consciousness as it aided him smoothly through the seven processes of alchemy. He was genuinely relaxed, blinking often, breathing steadily, and taking things slow—for him at least.