Chen Fan paid no heed to whether he had truly sensed the Dao Rhythm of Life and Death. He only knew that the direction he was traveling was right, and that he had drawn just a fraction closer to the white full moon. That alone made it worth continuing. 💔♤ 🍩♗
The closer he came to the full moon, the more profound its Dao Rhythm would become.
For dozens of days without pause, he sat cross-legged atop the little wooden boat, guiding his Divine Sense toward the white full moon in the darkness. Yet he had never sensed the slightest change in his understanding of the Dao Rhythm of Life and Death, nor could he discover how to wield it.
A year later, Chen Fan finally stopped. He knew that at his current speed, it would likely take thousands, even tens of thousands, of years before he could approach the white full moon. It was simply too far away, and his understanding of the Dao Rhythm of Life and Death had never deepened.
Though he knew that continuing onward was the right course, his remaining hundred years of lifespan could not afford such a waste of time.
Chen Fan opened his eyes and awoke from cultivation. His Divine Soul also withdrew from his mind, ceasing its meditation upon the starry Taiji Diagram.
Yet the moment he awoke, he discovered a change in the Taiji Diagram within his dantian. The entire diagram had grown considerably larger than when he had first broken through more than a year ago. It had even become incomparably solid, as though it were a real object. The Reincarnation Dao Rhythm on the white half had always shone brilliantly, while the black half had always been steeped in gloom. Now, however, it had begun to glow, as