Fate is often accidental, and the comings and goings of life can be pitiful. Why dwell on grievances from past lives, when one can drown in wine for a hundred years?
Looking up, the sky above was particularly high and unusually blue.
The clouds, soft and white, remained calm while the sunlight was unusually radiant and gentle. The wind within the valley seemed lighthearted and fragrant.
Within his sea of consciousness, two Daoist Scripts once again melted and shrank, giving rise to more silver liquid of breath that lingered inside. When it came into contact with his Divine Sense, Chen Dengming felt as if the Divine Sense itself was being tempered and sublimated, becoming more condensed.
He couldn't help but show an expression of wonder. Yet his state of mind was neither sorrowful nor joyful.
It seemed that the way of the Human Immortal Dao was the way of the heart.
Human strength occasionally runs out, but the human mind is boundless.
