Attaining True Immortality

White clouds gathered in the clear ravine; peaks lined the distant sky.

Jagged stone gates formed their shape; misty incense burner smoke drifted.

Palaces remained vermilion and deep blue; stepped pavilions hung steep and suspended.

Fine scholars also resided here; a good body severed worldly ties.

If the Dao's mysteries were truly obtained, one acted impartially in the world.

The heart should align with aspirations; how could one's actions avoid worldly entanglements?

Northern Region Immortal Sect, Great Profound Dao Mountain.

Suspended in the void and placed between heaven and earth, from the summit of this Dao Mountain, like a peak flown in from afar, one could look down and see that no stone failed to rise, no tree failed to be secluded, no cave failed to be ancient. It was a sight of magnificent grandeur, worthy indeed of the Northern Region's Number One Immortal Sect of old.

Unfortunately, it was already of old.

Atop the Dao Mountain, an old man and a child sat facing one another, engaged in a fierce game of go.

The old man's beard and hair were both white, and his robes were as flawless as fresh snow. He seemed like an exiled immortal, untouched by even a speck of dust.

The child was exquisitely carved like jade, clad in an immortal robe embroidered with gold. He appeared innocent of worldly matters, yet his eyes held the vicissitudes of ages.

These two individuals played their stones, black and white interwoven across the board, and the game had reached its final critical moment.

However...

The old man held a white piece in hand, staring at the board for a long time without being able to place it. In the end, he could only sigh. "There is no way to continue, there is no way to continue!"

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