As if observing flowers while riding on horseback, memories stretched out.
Traversing peaks that touched the heavens.
Gazing at clouds gathering and dispersing.
A towering Daoist stood aloft in the void, looking into the distance, his expression deep and serene.
At his current realm on the path of Pure Yang, advancing even a step further was a challenge akin to pushing a pole up a hundred feet.
Above the sea of clouds, the Daoist stood tall and sighed, as the winds howling through the sky whipped his sleeves into a fierce dance.
"Enough, enough, enough."
"Obsessive thinking is pointless; it's better to travel the world once more."
Seeing no hope ahead, the Daoist rose to his full height and re-entered the mortal world.
The Daoist headed east, observing the divine phoenix under a wutong tree for thirty years, to no avail.
He had also gone west into the great sea, watching the azure dragon make clouds and rain above the clouds for decades, also without gaining anything.
