(17,000-character chapter. The next short section will be updated later; it will have to go up after midnight.)
When Chen Ping'an was young, he had marveled that Treasure Bottle Continent was so vast, yet it was only the smallest continent in the Vast Heaven and Earth.
But to a Fourteen Realm Cultivator, an entire continent turned out to be no larger than his own courtyard.
A man who had attained the Dao could travel far upon the wind and look down upon the mortal world, taking in all its countless wonders.
He had once seen a monk sitting cross-legged in meditation beneath a waterfall, palms pressed together. In the sunlight, he had looked like a Golden Arhat.
A bird dipped low at an angle, its wingtip slicing across a pond and sending ripples spreading.
In the courtyard of a wealthy household stood a great magnolia tree. A woman leaned on the railing to admire its blossoms, perhaps silently thinking of someone she loved. An upturned eave and a flowering branch seemed to hold hands in secret.
On a mountain in a small vassal state of Great Li, the path was perilously steep. The sedan bearers strode along as though flying, while the women riding up the mountain had covered their eyes and missed the splendid scenery all along the way.
In a waterside town, a girl in a lotus-flower skirt walked barefoot by the road, carrying her embroidered shoes and rising onto her toes with every step.
A wealthy young master had brought hundreds of servants to a remote district where all the Mountain and Water Spirits along the way had fallen, with none appointed to replace them. There, he cut into mountains and dredged lakes.
A lofty scholar lay drunk in a cool mountain pavilion. White clouds suddenly drifted