Among the mountains, misty shadows sank into the haze.
A huge full moon shone clear and bright, as if hanging right above the peaks.
And beneath that full moon.
Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged, his face fair, handsome and peerless.
His white robes were whiter than snow, unstained by the slightest speck of dust.
His hair was black as ink, as though tinged with a faint divine radiance, spilling loose behind him.
As Chen Zhixing broke through to the True Self Realm, the aura around him grew ever more ethereal, drifting and detached like one who had left the world behind and was about to ascend to immortality on feathered wings.
Especially those long, clear eyes of his—they seemed to contain a brilliant river of stars.
If that poetry immortal from his previous life, whose embroidered mouth could spit out half the flourishing Tang with a single breath, had come here, he would probably have sighed, "If I had not seen him atop the Jade Mountains, I would have met him beneath the moon on the Jasper Terrace," right?
"I've finally attained the True Self."
Chen Zhixing smiled faintly, sensing the Great Dao Seed quietly hovering within his Dantian Divine Sea.
He only needed to urge it on slightly, and this tiny Great Dao Seed would immediately erupt with terrifying might capable of overturning mountains and treading seas! He could feel with perfect clarity that breaking through from the Spirit Wandering Realm to the True Self Realm was not so simple as going from one to two.
It was going straight from one to one hundred! The difference between them simply could not be explained in a few words.
Suddenly.
A burst of clamor came from below the mountain.
"Senior, where are you?"
"Senior, I want to learn cultivation from you!"