Cultivation!
After stepping out of the River of Time, Liang Hui immersed himself in cultivation, fully contracting his self and ego.
A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
In the depths of Chaos, endless Taoism Principles enveloped a figure.
He appeared as if he were the beginning of all creation, yet also an infinite variable.
Seated on a meditation cushion, Liang Hui's expression was indifferent as he slowly said,
"So this is what Great Luo is, this is what Taiyi means."
"Great Luo is myriad, encompassing everything, Taiyi is one, the origin of the Great Path, myriad is one, one is myriad, everything complete!"
Now that all his self and ego had contracted, he now awaited only the final east wind.
Liang Hui's eyes slowly closed, his figure becoming increasingly indistinct, his aura increasingly mysterious.
"The east wind is not far now!"
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One year!
Four years!
Seven years!
Thunderous roars!
