Sitting cross-legged on the barren, rocky ground, Qi Xiu's eyes were half-closed, his hands resting flat on his knees as he murmured softly.
"True constancy responds to things, true constancy achieves nature;
Constancy in response is ever still, ever in tranquility.
In such tranquility, gradually entering the true path;
Having entered the true path, it is called achieving the Dao..."
As the Great Dao Tribulation drew nearer, an inexplicable restlessness grew within him. Even a succession of Suppression Talismans failed to calm his Mental State, so Qi Xiu had no choice but to recite the Tranquility Sutra to disperse his distractions and soothe his uneasy heart.
He had cultivated for a hundred years; whether he could achieve the Dao would be decided today.
Moreover, the tribulation he faced was far more difficult and arduous than that of ordinary cultivators, a situation with an infinitesimal chance of survival.
