The war chariot rushed forward, golden radiance bursting from its body, resembling a great sun patrolling the human world.
Wherever it passed, the common folk celebrated, while practitioners restrained themselves.
Yi Wuyun drove the chariot onward, his body still short and frail, but his eyes shone with astounding brilliance.
For the past five days, every minute, every second, he had witnessed splendor unlike anything he had seen before.
His small stature stood upright, his palms firmly gripping the reins.
At the same time, he listened to the chanting of Scriptures coming from behind.
"As for the practitioner of the Way: there is clarity and there is turbidity, there is movement and there is stillness, the heavens are clear, the earth is turbid. Male is clear, female is turbid, male is active, female is still. From the origin flows the end, giving birth to all things..."
