The night in Secluded Forest Valley was exceptionally tranquil. The daytime clamor had faded, leaving only the chirping of insects, the whisper of wind, and the occasional low call of the Spirit Horn Deer. The runes on the Origin Altar glimmered with faint golden light beneath the night sky, while the Spirit Spring murmured like heavenly music. During the day, Shen Hao had been busy reclaiming fields and tending spirit herbs. Only when the night grew still would he sit alone atop the Secluded Abode, gazing at the bright moon and quietly comprehending the Dao.
That night, the moon shone brilliantly, its silver radiance spilling across the earth. Shen Hao wore a simple-colored Daoist robe as he sat cross-legged upon the roof's green tiles, holding a copy of the Hongmeng Dao Canon. The evening breeze stirred his sleeves, making him seem like an immortal cast down from the heavens. He raised his eyes to the moon, its light falling across his face and softening his features.
Zi Xuan carried a cup of hot tea as she slowly approached beneath the eaves. Looking up at his figure, she softly said, "Brother Hao, it's late. Have some hot tea to warm yourself."
Shen Hao lowered his head and smiled faintly at her, reaching out to take the cup. "Thanks for the effort, Zi Xuan."
Zi Xuan smiled with pursed lips, then lightly leaped up to sit beside him. Together, they gazed at the moon in the sky. "Brother Hao, are you comprehending the true meaning of the Longevity Dao Rhyme again?"
Shen Hao nodded, his gaze turning toward the distant Origin Altar. "When I was reclaiming the fields today, I saw that piece of Spirit Jade and gained a trace of insight. The Longevity Dao Rhyme does not take only one form—that