Three years ago, in order to leave the wasteland alive, the elders of the cultivation world used their last strength to seal me, leaving only the residual seal of heaven as the hope for the future. They said that the spiritual energy in the world has dried up and the path for monks has been cut off. Living in this Dharma-ending era, I am just a seed buried in the dust. As for when it will sprout, even they don't know.
But now, I feel the seeds starting to loosen.
I stood by the window, looking at the busy Longyuan Consortium in the distance, and the corners of my mouth raised uncontrollably.
