The Heavenly Dao was merciless, viewing all things as one. Whether a gentleman or a petty man, each chose his own path. As long as one still drew breath, one must fight on without rest, refusing to accept fate or heed its command. Who could say that this withered old man was not, at this very moment, a giant standing between heaven and earth?
With a thunderous crash, his thoughts burst apart. Golden lightning filled the sky, and the dark night turned to day. At that moment, he suddenly saw the old man's face clearly. Who else could it be but Old Jin? No, no—that thought had barely surfaced when the entire world collapsed.
Xu Yi finally opened his eyes and found himself in a small room. The surging will of heaven swept over him. At a thought, his two life wheels flew out and revolved around each other, disappearing into the rolling heavenly will. Just as the two life wheels entered it, the keyboard flew in as well.
The two life wheels circled up and down around the keyboard. Suddenly, two Yin Fish emerged from within them, circling the keyboard and breathing silver flames onto it. The keyboard melted bit by bit, eventually becoming a colorless, transparent sphere, like an egg. At last, after half an incense stick's time, the surging will of heaven dispersed.
The two Yin Fish shrank back into the two life wheels, which darted straight into Xu Yi's spiritual platform. He held the colorless sphere that had once been the keyboard, saying nothing as he sat there in a daze. Though he had struggled free of the final illusion, the shock he had suffered was so great that he still couldn't calm himself.
He sat motionless for another two days before finally regaining his composure.