The water undulated serenely, as the river dolphins cleaved through waves, and the tower ship adorned with golden leaves sped across the Huai River.
On the vast expanse of water, no merchant ship could catch up, nor did any dare to approach without reason.
An intensely blazing will ascended high into the sky, its form like a mountain, its state like a god, its momentum like the fierce sun at its zenith.
All who experienced it were astonished and filled with reverence.
The boatmen pushed the steering oar, clearing a path in the water, as if there was a fierce tiger in deep slumber aboard the tower ship.
Heavenly Altar.
A figure stood towering unstirring, covered with thick snow.
Heaven and earth mysteriously united.
Liang Qu's soul shed its mortal shell and walked upon the meridians of heaven and earth, comprehending the tides of spiritual energy and the vitality of all living things. Though his five senses ceased to exist, he had never perceived the world with such clarity.
