His entire being fell into a strange silence; he wasn't unconscious, yet he wasn't fully awake either.
The only thing he could perceive seemed to be immortals fighting in his mind, the sound of swords clashing, drums beating, and banners fluttering...
All sorts of noises merged into chaos, how long it lasted, he did not know—maybe three to five days, or perhaps three to five years. Su He, without knowing when, could no longer sustain his human form and had transformed into a beast form.
Even in beast form, he recovered all his strength.
Only then did the sound of the Tao Te Ching in his mind suppress those chaotic noises.
Su He slowly awoke, feeling as though his entire mind was a muddle, as if on the verge of bursting from unbearable pain, he shook his head vigorously, hesitated for a long time before daring to look towards the Central World.
He recited the Tao Te Ching in his heart with all his might.
