"I'm fine. I'm very well—better than ever..."
In the rear hall of Divine Firmament Hall, Gao Xian held Qiniang's delicate hand and softly reassured her. He knew that Qiniang and the others still had doubts in their hearts; it was just that no one felt comfortable asking too much.
Even Qiniang, the person closest to him, hesitated, unsure how to bring it up.
Indeed, after surviving the tribulation and attaining the Taiji Dao, Gao Xian looked back on his life and saw so very much. He couldn't help but feel moved.
It wasn't that he couldn't control his emotions. But with his cultivation at this level, why bother hiding them?
Supreme, mighty, true, and pure—those weren't just empty words.
Qiniang said softly, "I keep feeling that you're very different from before, but I can't put my finger on what's changed."
"When the tide rolls in on the Qiantang River, only today do I know who I am."
Gao Xian recited a Buddhist verse from Water Margin. He had recited it once before, when he broke through the illusions in the Jade Pivot Mirror, only to fall into another layer of illusion right afterward.
Looking back now, he had still been immature then.
Now, reciting those old words again, he could finally reflect on himself with his mind, see his true self and nature, and be free of worry, fear, confusion, and distress...
That was only true of himself.
Put simply, he knew who he was, where he had come from, and where he was going...
The world outside was far too complicated. There were things he still couldn't see clearly. And even when he could, there was nothing he could do about them.
His cultivation had reached this level, the utmost limit of this world. He could advance no further.