Chapter Sixty-Seven: I Shall Not Leave Empty-Handed

The myriad stars hung high,
A cold moon shone upon the earth.
Within the vast, boundless wilds,
A lone figure journeyed forth.

His heart carried the weight of departure,
Yet his steps held unwavering resolve.
For the path ahead was fraught with peril,
But his spirit yearned for the Dao.

He would not return empty-handed,
Not from this land of trials.
Though the heavens and earth oppose him,
He would seize his destiny with fierce might.