The earth sinks to form the sea; humility leads to greatness.
Sages have no name, greatness has no form.
The eagle stands as if asleep, the tiger walks as if ill.
Noble yet not obvious, splendid yet not dazzling.
High talent without boasting, elevated status without arrogance.
Concealing one's brilliance, deeply hidden and unobtrusive.
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The grand Dao is exceedingly simple, returning to the truth—this is the state of Ye Xuan at the moment. There is no so-called divine pressure of saints, nor any aura that makes all creation fear; amidst the vast cosmos, Ye Xuan strides leisurely.
Within a stone's throw yet worlds apart, traversing space is a technique only saints possess. Yet this technique manifests subtly within Ye Xuan; though he is not a saint, he unknowingly displays skills only saints possess. This law and Dao, present unnoticed, is the most terrifying.
