After the door was left ajar, the sounds inside the shop grew much quieter.
Xu Xiaoshou did not follow them in. Beneath the setting sun, he stood outside the door, listening to the movement within. Something stirred him, yet he remained utterly detached.
Time Dao Disc (43%). Time Dao Disc (44%). ...
He steadily brute-forced the Time Dao Disc, without forgetting his original intent.
He was merely comprehending the Dao, walking the River of Time, and reliving the past.
In truth, even Xu Xiaoshou himself felt that his former self's personality was a little too much like his own. Both of them had just a touch of that cheap, irritating streak.
Yet he also knew.
He was him. I was me.
Just as Jinren's side would still occasionally send over those worldly realizations that tried to interrupt his state of enlightenment.
If he completely immersed himself and treated "him" as "me," perhaps self-confinement would be the outcome. Kong Yuhen was the cautionary example before him.
Once one set foot in the River of Time, an unsteady true heart or Dao heart would lead to getting lost.
Then...
"What else is time?"
Each tiny increase in the Time Dao Disc's progress bar brought a different answer.
This time, as he watched the sun set and thought of an old man and a young man.
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realized that time was youth, inheritance, hot blood that still pulsed, and old age gradually settling into stillness.
But could those truly represent all of time?
The insights delivered by the Time Dao Disc were incomparably clear. Every one of them was a solid, unquestionable answer.
Xu Xiaoshou had gained much, yet because he had gained too much, he instead became lost. He actually could not see through