Jiang Wang finally understood what the Ten Thousand Immortals Palace meant by its claim that "one person is equal to ten thousand, ten thousand immortals."
Once every part of the body—liver, gallbladder, spleen, organs, hair, flesh, bones... everything—had been cultivated into an "immortal," every part of the body was an "immortal." It was no exaggeration to say one person was equal to ten thousand, ten thousand immortals.
The Five Immortals Sect treated form, sound, smell, taste, and touch as the Five Immortals. At the time, Jiang Wang had thought that was quite unusual. Now, it seemed to have originated from this.
The passage at the beginning on the left took up one-sixth of the entire scroll. Apart from the writing, the main subject of the painting was a person.
A bald, naked person with no feminine features on the upper body and no masculine features on the lower body—a person whose gender was completely indistinct.
The figure was rendered in exquisite detail, down to the finest hair and flesh, with nothing left unclear.
Ordinary eyes, nose, and mouth. Setting aside the question of gender, this was an entirely ordinary "person."
They looked like a man, and they looked like a woman.
But despite how clearly the figure had been painted, once you closed your eyes, you still couldn't recall what they looked like.
Because they were too "ordinary."
Like anyone you might meet in your daily life.
Anyone could imagine them as someone they knew, and anyone could take their place.
This was the image cultivated by the Ten Thousand Immortals Palace as the "ten thousand, ten thousand immortals."
Extending endlessly outward from this person were countless tiny circles of light.
If you focused and examined them closely, reaching out to touch them with the power of your Divine Soul,