A moment of clarity flashed through Divine Machine Vice President's muddled eyes. His lips moved, and he briefly replied, "All right."
Qi Yuan vanished. He murmured, "The road of cultivation is far too difficult."
Within the withered, decaying cave abode, only a frail old man remained. His gaze was murky, his eyes devoid of light. He was as lonely and hollow as an aged man without family, as though only extinction awaited them.
"If I built a Mental Hospital, not only would there be a business opportunity to make money, but it would also show humanitarian care. I might even win a Blue Star Moving Award. I really am a genius."
Qi Yuan muttered softly.
Half a day passed.
Within Zhi Shan Pavilion, Qi Yuan looked at the towering mountain ahead. Its gaunt rocks stood jagged, while the verdant bamboo was no more.
"This land of opportunity tempers one's true spirit through appreciating scenery. It is quite peculiar."
"Observe the mountain's brittleness, its plumpness, its thinness, and contemplate the flickering brightness and extinction of the true spirit."
Dressed in a red robe, Qi Yuan was like a mountain climber. No longer did any dharma power flow through his body as he climbed the mountain.
At the summit stood a pavilion called Zhi Shan Pavilion, where the most beautiful scenery could all be taken in.
Along the way, Qi Yuan saw quite a few climbers.
In his eyes, these climbers included children, elderly people, and strong men.
No matter what form they took, the higher they climbed, the more aged they became, like old men. Their true spirits also grew increasingly decrepit.
Only Qi Yuan's true spirit remained pure and unchanged, like a Grand Sun, blazing brilliantly upon all.
"Old Divine Machine said that strength is a tribulation."
"Perhaps that