Xu Qingzhou had left, but the old man and the young one remained rooted to the spot, deep in thought, unable to move.

In that fleeting moment, their Dao hearts, which had been sealed for a hundred years, seemed to be cleansed of the mud of time.

As the dust settled, the long-forgotten original intent seemed to return.

The path of cultivation is a struggle against others, against all things, against the heavens.