How many autumns have passed in the mortal world of the Great Void? To ease the pain of parting, one must cultivate on one’s own.
A wisp of soul drifts beyond heaven and earth; at midnight, dreams break, weighed down by sorrows old and new.
The spirit wanders through azure skies, encircled by wispy clouds; the soul hides in the Yellow Springs, where turbid waves subside.
Awaken to the boundary between yin and yang, life and death; let the heart’s lamp burn on, illuminating the empty tower.
The Misty Soul Art continued to circulate in his mind. Liu Danyang slowly released his spiritual sense. Was this his own Primordial Chaos dantian? Betrayed and left with a shattered sea of consciousness, Liu Danyang, the Misty Pill Sovereign, unexpectedly forged a Primordial Chaos Golden Core and began living life on his own terms.
