"Cultivation in this world was never about perfection."
As he murmured to himself, a lively divine light surged within Han Muye's divine spot.
Imperfection.
The great Dao has fifty, to escape is but one.
Isn't the master of Nine Mystic Peak the one that I have escaped from?
The path of cultivation only allows for steady progress if one does not seek perfection.
The mundane cannot be clung to, the past cannot be hoped for, all things have spirit.
Today, this soul lands in the Ruins Realm, not for perfection, but for fulfillment.
When Mo Yue and Han Wuxie reappear in the small courtyard, quietly embracing, a smile spreads across Han Muye and Sister Mu Wan's faces.
Is not the purpose of cultivating once to fill the heart with peace?
This journey into the Ruins Realm, to Han Muye, seems less about mending Sister Mu Wan's regrets than about his own transformation.
His path of cultivation now more resolute.
Looking up, Han Muye gazes into the distance.
