Qingting Peak

Zheng Zetian opened his eyes and found himself in a deep purple mist. His body felt light and airy, as if he were floating on clouds or submerged in a deep pool, being pulled downward by invisible strings.

He tried to adjust his posture, spreading his limbs to control his movement like a kite. He drifted through the dense clouds and finally landed softly on a pitch-black wilderness. The ground was so dark it seemed to absorb all light, yet it was illuminated by the purple sky above.

Then, a voice echoed from the void.

"How do you find it, fellow Daoist? Are you getting used to this Dao Body?"

"En, it's alright," Zheng Zetian looked around. "Is this your Dao domain?"

The voice from the unseen depths grew interested and boasted, "Indeed! This is my traversed Great Dao! Tai Sha Empty Star Heaven! How's that for impressive!"

Zheng Zetian nodded. "Oh."

"..."

The purple mist in the sky condensed, forming a Daoist robe that floated down before Zheng Zetian. The robe was empty, as if someone were wearing it, yet no one was visible.

"Just 'oh'? Do you have any other comments, fellow Daoist? Let's discuss it."

"I'm just a child now, I don't remember my previous Dao."

Zheng Zetian looked at the empty robe and shook his head.

"Besides, you've only half-stepped into the Dao realm. Your Dharma body isn't stable yet. What's there to discuss? You should focus on yourself first. If you drag this on, you'll go mad sooner or later."

The robe seemed to choke on his words and replied indignantly, "You can't say that. I haven't walked your old path. Moreover, I've already gained some insights. Here, taste the Dao fruit I've comprehended."

With a flick of its sleeve, the robe produced a deep