An Ordinary Man’s Path to Immortality, Beginning with a Mysterious Pearl

Ordinary people cultivate for a hundred years. I cultivate with a single thought.

When a thought arises, all techniques follow.

When a thought fades, the stars fall.

What people call realms and bottlenecks are no more than specks of dust inside a bead: brushed away with a wave of the hand, shattered with a flick of the finger.

The bead conceals the Dao, and within the Dao lies another Dao.

With an ordinary body and mortal bones, he should be no more than dust. Yet one bead lets him glimpse the workings of heaven’s secrets and the cycle of time.

From then on, cultivating immortality is no longer a grueling path of cautious steps, but a game of strategy in which he commands cause and effect.