Jin Ren pondered for a long time, and could only describe it like this:
"Like the mist over the lake, mysterious while obscuring the reality."
He felt he wasn't grasping the essence, akin to scratching an itch through a boot, and finally awakened:
"Obscuring the Dao!"
The old turtle...
And the boy riding the turtle backwards...
Jin Ren's heart already had waves, determining the essence of reality:
Emperor Qianshi!
Either this old turtle is Dao Qianshi, or the boy riding the turtle backward is!
Though contrary to his image of Emperor Qianshi, Jin Ren actually found it understandable.
Dao Qiongcang was so flamboyant.
What does it matter if Dao Qianshi was a barefoot boy or wasn't even human, but just a chelonian?
He looked at the old turtle.
The old turtle was bored, drooping its lantern-sized eyes, dozing off.
Obviously, the recent "Dao discussion" didn't come from its mouth. Jin Ren looked at the boy who was facing away from him, sitting on the turtle's shell.
