In the quiet room, Yang Zhenshan still sat cross-legged on the reed mat, his eyes tightly closed, his expression calm, his breath peaceful without any fluctuations.
If one didn't know he was there, anyone entering the quiet room might overlook his presence.
And just like that, he sat for ten years, his mind completely immersed in Dao Intent, unable to extricate himself.
Time quietly flowed, unable to leave the slightest mark on him.
Another three years passed.
At last, there was a subtle change in the aura around him.
"Do not boast in prosperity, nor lament in decline, for this is the normalcy of life and death."
"Observe how grass and trees wither once a year, understanding life and death are not beginnings or ends, but cycles."
"Not seeking immortality, but seeking freedom from life and death; not avoiding demise, but avoiding being lost in ignorance. The Dao lies within life and death, not outside of them."
