"Wait for me here, I'll return shortly."
After softly instructing Yun Xiu, Tang Luo's figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already standing atop the Dao Platform at He Shou Peak, his robes fluttering in the wind as he gazed into the distant horizon with his hands folded behind him.
A trace of green lotus leaves appeared in the wind. After flickering faintly a few times from afar, they bloomed fully at He Shou Peak.
The shimmering emerald-green lotus leaves sparkled dazzlingly. Jiang Fushen, with a pair of sinister dark green eyes, stared at the man on the Dao Platform and drifted momentarily into a trance.
Perfection. Wholeness.
Only those who have truly walked the path of transcendence understand just how arduous it is.
To achieve a complete sense of self is never a matter of effort alone. Many must leave pieces of themselves behind on this journey toward transcendence.
It could be an innate emotion, a deeply ingrained memory, or even a favored indulgence...
