"Autumn belongs to metal. As they say, the golden wind stills all things; heaven is clear and earth at peace."
"The Six Lines say: Following the transformations of the Qian Dao, one rectifies one's nature and illuminates one's mandate. This is to sheath the edge and uphold the righteous, to draw in the blade and await one's chance."
"Does Daoist Ling Yuan agree?"
Looking at Princess Lingluo, who spoke with such confidence before him, Jiang Sheng truly had not expected her to take the initiative and enter Jiuzhou World.
It had to be said that this princess of Rakshasa World was exceptionally well-informed. Back in Tianyuan World, she had been adept at seeking fortune and avoiding calamity; in Jurong World, she had likewise sensed trouble in advance and slipped away unscathed.
Jiang Sheng had thought that the next time he saw her would be in the Three Realms Great Thousand World—or, failing that, in some other great thousand world. He had never expected her to come to Jiuzhou World and lend him a hand, much less choose her timing so perfectly. The war in the Northern Region of Yanzhou had barely ended when she arrived.
It was deep autumn, and Vermilion Province too was drenched in endless autumn rain. The entire Nine-Head Mountain lay shrouded beneath cold, desolate rainfall.
Spring, summer, autumn, and winter were the proper sequence of time, conforming to Heaven-and-Earth's natural order. This was the orthodox lineage of the Dharma.
This autumn rain was immensely important to the living beings of Vermilion Province. Eastern Heaven Daoism naturally would not sever the foundation of countless millions of lives across thousands of miles for its own selfish notions. Those who cultivated did so by cultivating the mystic and the Dao; what they cultivated was precisely this natural order of