Around the Great Cauldron, grass and trees flourished, budding and sprouting leaves; it was a scene brimming with vitality and hope, a veritable Pure Land.
The chanting of scriptures echoed deep within the mountain range, with Zen Chanting and prayers rising and falling. It was as if they had truly arrived in the era before Ancient Desolation, where several Great Emperors were discussing the Dao.
On the twenty-first day, the Great Cauldron was shrouded in mist. Although the Dao Scripture was still resounding, it was markedly different. The mountainous land seemed to have acquired an indescribable, mysterious aura.
Tu Fei and the big black dog looked up, their vision filled with lush greenery. It was as if they had arrived in midsummer, with vines and plants flourishing to their utmost.
Above the Origin Qi Cauldron, Ye Fan sat cross-legged. He had emerged; this period of seclusion was coming to an end.
SWISH!
