In the wilderness, under an old tree, there was a man sitting.
He was wearing a tattered linen robe, slovenly dressed, and his face was full of vicissitudes.
He raised his head and looked at the sky, deep in thought."Transcend ... How do I transcend?"
After a long time, he muttered to himself,"is transcendence the only Dao?"
For other cultivators, they might need to transcend, follow the heavenly Dao, and become a part of the heavenly Dao. But he was different. He cultivated the Natal Dao, and he had always been going against the heavens.
If he wanted to, he could abandon his Natal Dao and transcend. However, he still wanted to continue cultivating his Natal Dao.
"Life ..."
He sat there, lost in thought.
When he was thirsty, he would go to the small stream to drink some water. When he was hungry, he would hunt some wild beasts. Day after day, he would sit cross-legged under the old tree and comprehend Dao.
