Crushed by Flattery in the Political Arena, I Turn to Cultivation and Become an Immortal

The midnight sky was deep, the moon bright and the stars sparse.

An ancient, hoarse voice drifted past Li Bai. It sounded strangely hollow and distant, and after hearing him burst into laughter, it continued in a resounding voice: “Your body and soul have been remade, and the seal is broken. It is time to give it your all. The Great Way is in your heart, utterly pure and true, supremely yang and unyielding. The Dao is in the palm of your hand alone.”

At that moment, Li Bai clearly sensed a powerful current circulating through his body. Streams of gentle spiritual energy coursed through his meridians, opening every neural pathway.

“Ten million years. Time is so long, yet so brief. At last, I have waited for your return. Raise your head, quickly! Let me see how much you resemble him...” An unstoppable force, like a sword and a beam of light, suddenly pierced through the void. It stopped a finger's breadth from Li Bai's face and gently lifted his chin.

He stood tall, facing upward, as a breeze passed by.

At that instant, the light released by all the treasures on the second floor was drawn together by an invisible force. It quickly converged from every direction, spiraling high in the air into a massive, multicolored vortex of light, beautiful as a river of stars.