The thatched cottage stood about one zhang tall and was no more than several zhang wide. It was crude, even somewhat mottled and dilapidated.
The courtyard in front of it was enclosed by a fence. Inside stood only a stone table, two stone stools, and a Bronze Pill Cauldron.
The Bronze Pill Cauldron was covered in rust, though faint patterns of ancient paintings could still be made out on its surface.
Yet this cottage, which looked far shabbier than the home of an ordinary commoner, gave off a feeling of the Great Dao in its simplest form.
Ye Jing pushed open the bamboo door. Ripples stirred in the space before him. He stepped into the courtyard with one foot, but as he lifted the other, the world suddenly spun around him.
When he came to, he found himself standing alone in the courtyard.
Ye Jing looked around, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes. The cottage was still the same, and the stone table, stone stools, and Bronze Pill Cauldron were all still beside him, but the courtyard enclosed by the fence had vanished.
He raised his head almost unconsciously, and his pupils contracted.
Before the cottage, the sun blazed fiercely; behind it, stars filled the sky. These utterly incompatible scenes appeared above the cottage at the same time, an eerie sight indeed.
Ye Jing spread his hands and held them toward the blazing sun. Waves of heat flowed from his palms and spread throughout his body.
Daoist patterns flickered in his eyes as he used his Innate Divine Ability, "All Things Understood," to examine the great sun. His expression changed instantly.
The sun was utterly real. And besides it, the bright, solitary moon and the stars filling the sky were real as well.
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