Upon the precipice of Inkwash Peak, Celestial Sovereign Cao raised his gaze skyward. “Master,” he inquired, “has Yu Xuan truly achieved Dao Assimilation?”

Lu Chen, requiring no celestial augury, affirmed with a nod. “He has.”

Another cultivator ascends to the Fourteenth Realm in the Daoist lineage. A most fortunate event, indeed.

For a long moment, Cao Rong did not relinquish his stare.

Lu Chen murmured under his breath, “That old scholar always did have a penchant for instruction. No wonder he favors his closed-door disciples. In this regard, Chen Ping’an most closely resembles him.”

The lineage of Sage Wen, alas, did not flourish with countless offspring. Among the few chosen disciples, in matters of scholarship, Cui Chan and Qi Jingchun were unmatched. As for Zuo You and Jun Qian, they were comparatively less prodigious and possessed little inclination for philosophical discourse. Cui Chan boasted but a handful of so-called initiated pupils, a paltry few hardly worthy of the adage, “Peach and plum trees do not speak, yet a path forms beneath.” Qi Jingchun, though having established Cliffside Academy within the Great Li Dynasty, earning it a place among the Seventy-Two Academies, departed soon after for the Luminous Pearl Grotto-Heaven, becoming but a tutor to children. Thus, in truth, Chen Ping’an bore the closest resemblance to the old scholar in his fondness for teaching.

The mountain’s height diminishes the moon; the moon’s diminutiveness enhances its brilliance.

Cao Rong could not help but lament, “None can surpass Sage Wen in protecting his own.”

As Lu Chen’s direct disciple, Cao Rong maintained a surprisingly cordial relationship with the lineage of Sage Wen. Else, he would not have secured a flowered signature from Cui Chan. In fact, not long after the founding of Cliffside Academy, Cao Rong had attended Qi Jingchun’s lectures, gaining invaluable insights. On one occasion, after seclusion in Spirit Flight Temple, restless in his solitude, he descended the mountain and ventured to sea, visiting the Verdant Water Pit claimed by the serene Mistress Dan. During this sojourn, he chanced upon the immortal-seeking Zuo You, dripping with sword aura. The latter merely inquired of the Celestial Sovereign whether he knew the whereabouts of Pei Min. Cao Rong replied in the negative. Zuo You offered a nod of acknowledgement, dispensing with further formalities. Before Cao Rong could inquire as to the reason for seeking the Sublime Three of the Verdant Continent, Zuo You had vanished over the horizon, his sword-energy fierce as a sunlit comet.

A chance encounter upon the sea, two enlightened beings, yet their conversation encompassed no more than ten words.

Mistress Dan, bearing the Daoist title “Azure Bell,” timidly concealed herself in the distance, only daring to emerge after Zuo You’s departure. She had clearly suffered at the hands of the swordsman.

Truly, as the rumors foretold, the second disciple of Sage Wen possessed a volatile temperament, only exacerbated by his sword practice.

Lu Chen spoke, “One who does not cherish his kin, how can he cherish all things?”

Cao Rong inquired cautiously, “Master, will Zuo You ever return to the Verdant Continent?”

Lu Chen, in a sudden booming voice, uttered three words, resolute and absolute, “A profound question!”

Cao Rong was momentarily taken aback, awaiting further elaboration. But his master remained still as a statue, seemingly bound by a spell. Cao Rong knew his inquiry would receive no definite answer and shifted to a more practical matter. “Now that Yu Xuan has achieved Dao Assimilation, how does his Dao compare to that of Wu Shuangjiang of the Year-End Palace?”

For both had newly ascended to the Fourteenth Realm.

Among the “younger generation” within the Fourteenth Realm, one must include the traitor of the Sword Qi Great Wall, the former Hidden Official, Xiao Xun. But whispers from the mountain peaks suggested that Xiao Xun, like the dragon-slaying individual, though undeniably Fourteenth Realm swordsmen, were not entirely “pure.”

Lu Chen flicked his sleeves, gesturing into the void as if commanding troops upon a battlefield. Instantly, over a dozen varieties of immortal wine were “summoned” from hidden cellars across the continent. Lu Chen bade Cao Rong choose a flagon. Cao Rong, averse to alcohol, declined his master’s offer. Lu Chen casually selected a flask of Spring Slumber Wine from Tilling Cloud Peak on Cloud Radiance Mountain. With another wave of his sleeve, the remaining wines returned whence they came. Lu Chen broke the seal, inhaling deeply. Truly, a fine wine crafted by a fine friend. He had heard that Marquis Huangzhong was now the new Lord of Cloud Radiance Mountain. A joyous event! He would have to pay his respects. Lu Chen smiled. “The strength of their Dao? You speak only of their fighting prowess, yes?”

Cao Rong nodded.

Lu Chen, stroking his chin with one hand and swirling the flagon with the other, wore a troubled expression. “How to say…”

Dao Assimilation encompasses three aspects: Heaven’s Timing, Earth’s Advantage, and Harmony of Man. Yu Xuan, the talisman master, trod the path of “Heaven’s Timing.” Wu Shuangjiang’s path remained shrouded in mystery. At White Jade Capital, Daoist officials skilled in Yin and Yang had attempted some deductions. But due to Wu Shuangjiang’s extraordinary talents and aptitude for cultivation, the Daoist officials resorted to the most rudimentary method – brute-force computation, eliminating Earth’s Advantage, then incrementally removing Heaven’s Timing, ultimately yielding over a dozen possibilities…

Crucially, during this process, the Three Sect Leaders of White Jade Capital offered considerable “dis-assistance,” at least doubling the already monumental workload of the Daoist officials.

Below the Fourteenth Realm, determining combat strength was relatively straightforward. The depth of spiritual energy accumulation, the opening of spirit abodes, the variety of spells and divine powers mastered, the number of magical treasures, the compatibility of natal artifacts, the presence of trump cards, hidden talents… These could all be quantified and analyzed on paper. But once a great cultivator achieved Dao Assimilation, entering the Fourteenth Realm, it became a tangled mess.

Lu Chen, acting strangely, poured the entire contents of the Spring Slumber Wine flagon. The emerald liquid hung suspended in the air, coalescing into a delicate stream, resembling a miniature canal illuminated by moonlight.

Lu Chen spoke slowly, “Since Elder Immortal Yu commands the very essence of talisman crafting in the Verdant Continent, he is, of course, an Ascended Realm cultivator of great power, akin to one of the foremost players in the game of Go, far beyond the reach of ordinary or weak individuals. Most importantly, talismans can manifest as a thousand spells: flying swords, lightning arts, spirit invocations, and more. This inherent advantage belongs solely to talismans. Therefore, Yu Xuan’s Ascended Realm is a formidable force in any realm.”

“As for our Lord Wu, even before the Fourteenth Realm, he quietly learned many skills, mirroring Yu Xuan’s path. Moreover, he mastered each skill, avoiding the shallowness of a mere dabbler. Thus, if both were Ascended Realm cultivators, meeting in a head-on clash, a life-or-death struggle, I believe the battle would be spectacular, protracted, with ever-changing tactics. A truly magnificent spectacle.”

Cao Rong nodded in understanding. An enduring saying on the mountains, besides the swordsman’s “One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws,” was “The Talisman is Heaven, encompassing all.”

Among the great cultivation disciplines, sword cultivation and talisman crafting were unique.

Unlike chess or calligraphy, with their low barriers to entry, the paths of sword and talisman demanded unwavering commitment. Either you walked the path, or you did not.

Suddenly, the surrounding scenery transformed, bringing them to the foot of a mountain in the misty light of dawn. Cao Rong, unfazed, maintained unwavering focus, treating it as a scenic interlude with his long-absent master. Though their bodies remained stationary, they ascended with the speed of ascending immortals. Cao Rong surveyed their surroundings, surmising it to be a mountain renowned for its natural beauty, an essence of heaven and earth. Ancient pines lined the paths, their Daoist robes tinged emerald by the landscape. He could hear the warbling of thrushes and the cooing of doves in the rain.

Along the mountain path, travelers, some on horseback, others in carriages, yet others on donkeys or on foot, advanced together, tethered by ropes. It seemed a grand official bore an imperial edict, ascending the mountain in search of an immortal.

Cao Rong, recognizing the cliffside inscriptions, realized they were at Mount Quanqiao, spotting an ancient Daoist, dwelling in a thatched hut amidst flowers and books, oblivious to their presence.

Likely an ancient earth immortal, lingering in the mortal realm, awaiting several cycles to accrue sufficient merit for liberation and ascension, leaving only his immortal remains behind.

Lu Chen continued, “But after Dao Assimilation, the height and breadth of Dao can no longer be measured by ordinary means. For instance, in the night or within the void, Yu Xuan, who has assimilated with the stellar rivers, undoubtedly holds the advantage. Yet, in the human realm during daylight, should Lord Wu embrace his military identity, consumed by the heat of battle, he becomes truly terrifying. Generally, unless one party seeks death, it is exceedingly difficult for a Fourteenth Realm cultivator to utterly kill another. Thus, for millennia, the mountain landscape has remained constant: enduring Fourteenth Realm cultivators, with a revolving door of Ascended Realm beings.”

“The Fourteenth Realm operates by an entirely different calculus than all preceding realms.”

“I can never truly explain the inner workings to you outsiders.”

Just as Cao Rong was on the verge of “scaling the peak,” the scenery shifted once more. The two now stood within a flat-bottomed boat.

Thousands of peach trees lined the shore, a sea of crimson clouds interspersed with a few white peach trees, their blossoms as adorable as young maidens.

The jade lake resembled a freshly polished mirror; the spring floods had yet to arrive, the waters remaining gentle. The small boat glided through what felt like a landscape painting.

Lu Chen, standing at the bow, produced a peach blossom branch, twisting it gently. “Wait and see. Within a thousand years, the battles among the Fourteenth Realm cultivators will grow ever more frequent. The fall of old Fourteenth Realm cultivators and the rise of new ones is the inexorable trend.”

“Fourteenth Realm cultivators hold the greatest wariness for Ascended Realm swordsmen. But only wariness, not fear. Immortal Realm swordsmen can slay Ascended Realm cultivators, though such events are rare. For an Ascended Realm swordsman to slay a Fourteenth Realm cultivator is a feat akin to scaling the heavens. But exceptions exist. For example, on that nocturnal vessel, Wu Shuangjiang faced a siege by several swordsmen. Chen Ping’an’s Sword Qi Great Wall was assimilated into his very being, and Ning Yao carried the fortune of a whole world. Such were unreasonable cards. Had I been on that ship, I would have shied away from such a situation. Who wouldn’t be afraid of facing the Great Sword Immortal’s challenge and taking a strike from Chen Qingdu?”

This was the first time Cao Rong had heard such confidential matters. What did Wu Shuangjiang seek by secretly entering the Verdant Continent? Surely not to gauge the mettle of Hidden Official Chen and Ning Yao?

Or did Wu Shuangjiang intend to join forces with Chen Ping’an of Fallen Mountain and Ning Yao of Ascended City in the Five-Colored World, plotting to oppose White Jade Capital together?

A bridge stretched into the distance, the lake’s surface resembling a single sheet of green glass. The small boat advanced slowly, rippling the surface like fractured glass.

Cao Rong suddenly noticed a woman gazing at their boat from the peach groves. Beside her stood a deer-horned youth of mysterious origin, his gaze melancholic, his sleeves drooping. They, too, had clearly spotted the lake’s small boat. Both parties exchanged a glance.

Instantly, the scenery reverted to Inkwash Peak. Lu Chen chuckled. “Lord Wu readily conceding defeat was, of course, a deliberate display of weakness. His nocturnal voyage was merely to ascertain Chen Ping’an’s worthiness as an ally. He wouldn’t expend his full strength.”

“The creation of the first coin wasn’t to make someone richer, was it?”

“Buddhism speaks of the Six Paramitas, with Generosity being the foremost. Pious men and women donate money to temples, and the temples distribute wealth across the land. The purpose of this circulation is to prevent stagnation, much like keeping a door hinge in constant use.”

Here, Lu Chen plucked a suspended “segment” of the wine stream, swallowing it. “If a cultivator’s Dao is solely determined by fighting prowess, what is the point?”

Cao Rong nodded. “It is wrong.”

Lu Chen laughed. “Wrong! Why did mortal Daoists begin cultivation in the first place, if not to fight?”

Scaling the mountain only to reach heaven, a complete and utter transformation.

Lu Chen plucked another fragment of wine and turned, smiling. “Cao Rong, do not always wear such a somber face. Heaven and earth cannot be without harmony, nor the heart of man without joy.”

“Moreover, your foundation in the Immortal Realm is so strong. If not for your master’s deliberate hindrance, with your Daoist heart and aptitude, you would have already reached the peak of the Ascended Realm. With a touch more luck, you might even be on the cusp of Dao Assimilation. In truth, I am to blame.”

Actually, Cao Rong was but an alias. The true name of the founder of Spirit Flight Temple, Daoist name “Celestial Blessing,” was Zheng Ze, born in Qi, a once-vanquished small nation, its nobility reduced to insignificance, thus scantily recorded in official histories. The only mention remembered was the “Qi man worrying about the sky” allusion. “Zheng Ze” had been a roving collector of folk songs.

The next moment, they arrived upon a thoroughfare, where people rode on horseback or in carriages, others on donkeys, and still others walked on foot, woodcutters and charcoal sellers among them.

Lu Chen halted before a courier station, Cao Rong reading the placard “Planning Brush Station”.

Lu Chen began a humorous tale, “Zhang Fenghai of the Jade Pivot City, after eight hundred years of confinement, has left the Smoke Radiance Cave of Zhenyue Palace. Your master’s master promised that winning the Three Teachings Debate would release him from his White Jade Capital registers. Before I came here, he had visited the Leap Month Peak, preparing to persuade Warrior Xingku to establish a sect together. Lu Bixia, the unbound immortal who also left the confinement with Zhang Fenghai, will assist them, along with the temporarily obscure Shi Xingyuan. If Zhang Fenghai succeeds in persuading Xingku, then the sect, though only four strong, must not be underestimated.”

Cao Rong recoiled.

Did the Dao Ancestor personally unlock the confinement of Zhenyue Palace, releasing Zhang Fenghai from Smoke Radiance Cave?

Was this not letting the tiger return to the mountain? Who was not aware of the feud between Zhang Fenghai and the Headmaster Yu? An acknowledged deadlock. Zhang Fenghai was no ordinary cultivation genius. Allowing him to found a sect, spread his influence, expand his power, would remain a considerable threat to White Jade Capital. In Cao Rong’s eyes, if the conquest of the Savage Lands upon the Azure Continent was an exam for both, and if the Azure Continent was tested by “external difficulties”, then the covertly surging Azure Continent would be tested by “internal troubles”.

Lu Chen laughed. “Do not be alarmed. In your master’s eyes, my fellow disciple Yu is burdened with so many debts that he would not care for one more Zhang Fenghai with talents blooming behind walls.”

“As for the Savage Lands, Zhou Qinggao from the Jia Shen Camp will inevitably replace a female cultivator that Gu Can of White Emperor City spirited away, filling the gap of the Celestial Stems and becoming its leader. Surely, his master had foreseen this long ago. Roundabout and longwinded, the result would be the same. Was this called being selfish, or was this called doing something unnecessary?”

Cao Rong nodded. “Cultivators were not martial artists, and it was hard for them to get fame by themselves.”

Lu Chen rejected the idea. “Did not your fellow disciple Yu once have a private seal, imprinted on your painting album?”

Cao Rong replied in a stern manner. “The first can be only gained in literature, and the second cannot be gained in martial art.”

The content of the seal was the most truthful thought that Yu had: to be the one who knows all the Dao.

His way was the highest, and as for fighting, sorry, you can only contend for the second place.

Cao Rong was enthralled. “Only when fellow disciple Yu said that, would others not think of it as conceit, but as boldness.”

Lu Chen asked in a teasing tone. “Cao Rong, what would you think, if you were to be at odds with fellow disciple Yu?”

Cao Rong smiled bitterly. “I would not dare to even think about that.”

Lu Chen put on a stern face. “What if you could not help it, such as, say, I quarrel with fellow disciple Yu someday, had a fight, and he ended up killing me. As a disciple, should not you take revenge for me?”

Cao Rong was dumbfounded.

Lu Chen patted Cao Rong on the shoulder and rebuked him. “If you are so bad at taking jokes, how can you survive in society? Why did you not learn any of my advantages?”

At the moment, Lu Chen tilted his head and straightened his Daoist hat.

The one who was also bad at taking jokes was fellow disciple Yu.

Yu was infamous for his “one punch”. until…he met that darned A Liang.

Cao Rong seemed to have thought of the sword cultivator with such bad “reputation”, asking, “Master, how much strength did fellow disciple Yu reserve in those two battles?

Lu Chen hurriedly performed the “wine-borrowing art” again, stealing a pot of wine from Changchun Palace, and took a sip to calm himself. He asked, “Should not you ask me if I was reserved?”

Cao Rong only felt bizarre. How could A Liang, no matter how high his sword Dao was, have no chance of winning against fellow disciple Yu, who was acclaimed to be “truly invincible”. But in fact, in the first fight, A Liang was indeed knocked down to the Azure Continent, and in the second fight, fellow disciple Yu was punched and knocked back to the Azure Continent.

Lu Chen laughed. “That is the essence of a battle of the Fourteenth Realm. But the secrets of the heaven must not be leaked, especially if it is about the Dao of fellow disciple Yu and that someone, I would not tell you more.”

Cao Rong was confused, and looked at his master.

The eldest fellow brother had mentioned that the master had a unique hobby that large mountain cultivators should not be called by their name lest they might be sensed, but the master was different. When he was bored, he would “disturb” them over and over until they cursed back. Yet it seemed that the master was unwilling to mention “A Liang”.

Lu Chen replied with a laugh. “Thinking about it, that guy throws a tricky punch, having no ethics. How good can his sword be? I am afraid of him.”

After that, Lu Chen brought Cao Rong to an imperial exam field in the 2nd year of the Jiayou era, and they also went to May 9th of the 31st year of the Hongwu era. Cao Rong saw a small house with silk hanging above beams, women sobbing and some with expressionless faces in the imperial palace. After that, they saw a pine guarder, in a place which has a green stream, in the Yishan mountain. The water flowed, and was as sweet as marrow. Lu Chen stopped and washed his face with water. At dusk, birds flew above the eaves, clouds surrounded the mountain waist. Lu Chen sat by the cliff, and except the pine guarder, Cao Rong saw a young Chen Pingan, standing beside his master, enjoying the sunset together. Lu Chen sat in the red sunset, as if he saw through all the azure mountains.

Lu Chen suddenly asked. “Cao Rong, ten thousands of years ago, do you know who was the youngest Fourteenth Realm cultivator of the human world?”

Cao Rong shook his head. After all, there had been no records or news of this matter.

Lu Chen smiled. “What about ten thousands of years?”

Cao Rong made a weird expression. “It is actually Sage Wen.”

Lu Chen nodded. “That is right. It is that old scholar. We all like to call him “old scholar”, so we forget that he was a scholar who had advanced from the 1st to 14th Realm within a century. To be precise, he started cultivating at 40, and obtained the Dao at 100. Only sixty years.”

“Because the old scholar matched the “Earthly Luck”, it did not seem to be so shocking. There were few who knew about the story behind this, and if it had not been because of his responsibilities as a Sage of the Wen Temple, the old scholar could have matched the “Human Luck” entirely.

Cao Rong sighed. Sage Wen had once visited the Spirit Flight Temple after he left the Gongde Forest and was touring the Bao Ping Continent, wanting to use calligraphy to exchange for wine. Cao Rong did not agree, and he regretted it right now.

The scenery beneath their feet shifted, and they were in an ancient pavilion. The three inside could not find the arrival of Lu Chen and Cao Rong. Lu Chen, chewing a dry cake, squatted by the chess game. Among those disciples, some were distracted, looking at the swans in the sky. And then they arrived at an ancient temple which seemed to be connected with the tides. The bell sounds seemed to touch the heart. Lu Chen crushed the cake in his hand and threw it on the ground, and small birds came to peck at the cake without fearing people. And then they arrived at the Luo river. On the way, they rested at a cold stall, since the river god seemed to hate all those with the surname “Sima”. Lu Chen lied on a water transport ship and divagated the heavenly beings, as he instructed Cao Rong to proclaim that he has the surname “Sima”. As expected, it had provoked the river god to stir up waves, but the ship never sank. Having exhausted his means, the river god had to leave. Lu Chen joked with his disciple that it was called “cautious” in sailing “for ten thousand years”.

In the end, Lu Chen brought Cao Rong to a small pavilion on the top of a mountain. On the side of the pavilion, there was a stone tablet. The handwriting on the tablet was blurred, with six characters: “The Most Fog and Clouds”. In the distant, there was a city filled with people. In the night, Cao Rong saw that there were hundreds of thousands of homes, and there were clouds, the city seemed like a lady making up behind a crystal curtain. She seemed to hate not being seen.

Lu Chen wrapped his sleeves with his hands, and said with a smile. “Ask what you have, ask the biggest doubts in your heart.”

Cao Rong looked up to the sky, and nodded. “Why the three ancestral teachers, especially my ancestral teacher, not stopped him?”

Lu Chen said with a smile. “Cao Rong, think carefully, have I not answered you?”

Cao Rong turned, and saluted. “I was foolish, and please, Master, enlighten me.”

Lu Chen sighed. “The three ancestral teachers, the 15th realm, each assimilating the whole world with the Dao. They are the three people of this world who have the least freedom.”

During the conversation, Cao Rong found that he was again with his master on that boat. Yet this time, they stood at the stern. Lu Chen pointed to the ripples of the lake, slowly saying, “The three ancestral teachers seemed to be in a glass world, as in, the literal meaning of it. They cannot easily move around lest they pollute the earth. It will be alright if they don’t want to, but if they do, it will create a crack in the world. Apart from these, there is a bigger problem, like how I wanted to find a fish escaping the net in the Azure Continent this time, but since I have been identified as a white Jade Capital Dao official, I will be ill-fated. Heavenly will must follow its rules. If you do it intentionally, you will miss it, and something you did unintentionally will succeed.”

Cao Rong remained silent and pondered.

Lu Chen asked again. “The places that I had brought you, was the sequence you had thought about really the sequence?”

Before Cao Rong could answer, Lu Chen laughed. “Just like how you are able to see the meaning of a sentence if the letters were slightly re-arranged.”

Lu Chen said with a smile. “Let me tell you some secrets of the Fourteenth Realm cultivators. For example, I spent two thousand years trying to memorize the people, places, and events of the Fourteen States of the Azure Continent as much as possible.”

When he reached here, Lu Chen pointed at his head. “But my brain cannot handle it.”

Therefore, Lu Chen wanted to remind Chen Pingan that he should watch out for Pei Qian’s memory.

“Finding that this way was impossible, I had to change to another way. However, that journey wasn’t all that bad. I had tried to imagine the whole human world as an instrument, where all things have its place. And then I had filled “deviations” and “mistakes” between these “gears” in the instrument. The world co-existed with me, and I was part of the world. Since I was part of the world, I went with the universe alone. It was a pity that it had failed.”

“Realms and borders were never enough, I have lost to the Buddha in that debate, as well as to a reason that I had long known. “Using my finite life to look for the infinite.” Since I cannot win in the easiest way, I can only pursue the source and find the “one”, as the teacher has done, “I wander in the beginning of things” and “seeing is believing”. However, it was too hard to find this “one”.”

Lu Chen originally had Kou Ming to be the new “one” in the future.

Therefore, he went to the Luminous Pearl Grotto Heaven for ten years to set up a stall and protect him.

“Cao Rong, when you have time, you may want to study the roots of the water moon image and flying sword.”

Lu Chen replied with a smile. “All the downsides had a reason. What can a master do, if he only teaches trivial knowledge?”

Cao Rong lowered his head. “I have received the order.”

Lu Chen asked for no reason. “Bai Ye never admitted that he was the most satisfied in the world. Do you know why?”

Cao Rong shook his head.

Lu Chen sighed. No wonder the old scholar favors Chen Pingan because his was smart, eloquent and understanding.

As his disciple was slow to understand, Lu Chen had to boast, “Of course, Bai Ye admired my wisdom and understanding, and thought that I was the most free person in the world.”

Cao Rong put his hands together, bowing. “I submit.”

Lu Chen murmured. “Even if you said that, I wouldn’t feel a sense of accomplishment.”

He was a little envious of the atmosphere of the Fallen Mountain.

Cao Rong was a little ashamed.

Lu Chen began to go down the Inkwash Mountain. Cao Rong followed closely behind.

“Some said, a thing that the suffering people dare not do, like cutting open the thorns in their hearts to allow others to come and go, this is the happiest world in the world.”

“What are those thorns and walls in your heart? They are our own inner Dao, law, and reason.”

“When drinking water, do not forget the person who dug the well. Ten thousand years ago, the ancestors did not have selflessness, so the human world would not have the “human world” of today.”

Yearly, the spring breeze will age the beauty, and whiten the young man’s head.

The mountain breeze blew to the temples, Lu Chen said with a smile, “Now we cultivate, why do we cultivate.”

“There cannot be the Lord in the world for a day.”

Lu Chen asked himself, “Who is this Lord? Cao Rong, remember it. It is you, it is you all, it is everyone.”