Memories unfurled.
Wild geese cried amidst the frost, and the morning moon hung in the sky.
A tall Daoist sat upright before a desk, holding a yellowed scroll in his hands, seeking the method for a breakthrough.
The way of Pure Yang, cultivating to this realm, was incredibly difficult to advance in, and so he set his sights elsewhere.
The stones of other mountains can polish one's own gems.
What is the Dragon and Tiger? What is embracing the elixir?
The Daoist's brows knit in puzzlement.
If he could comprehend the secrets of the Dragon and Tiger, then the foundation of his Pure Yang Inner Qi cultivation would become even more robust, enabling him to ascend to a higher level.
He stood up tall, venturing outside to explore.
In the mountains and forests, he observed fierce tigers for a decade, comprehending their true form, yet it brought no benefit to himself.
Amongst the clouds above the sea, he watched flood dragons leap, also to no avail.
