Ah, he remembered...
That had been before the Primordial Wilderness shattered. In a Desolate Mountain at the eastern edge of the heavens, he had just achieved success in cultivation and run wild beneath the setting sun. That was the youth he had long since lost.
His first encounter with his three younger sisters had been when they were under siege by ferocious beasts. He had thought he was playing the hero rescuing beauties, but afterward...
They had made him their elder brother.
"Fellow Daoist, we three sisters owe much to your care. Today, we have finally each comprehended our own Dao. If you do not find us objectionable, may we address you as Elder Brother from now on?"
His first encounter with his master had been when his master was lecturing on the Dao upon an island. He had happened to pass by, felt that the other's Dao was nothing remarkable, and debated the Dao with him. Afterward...
He had been beaten up.
"Hahahaha, are you convinced now? Hahaha, you seem quite perceptive. Do you want to take me as your master?
Hmm, your cultivation has already taken shape, so I shall accept you as an outer sect disciple!
What do you say? Think it over. There are not many in this world who can defeat me."
The years stretched vast and boundless; heaven and earth were ancient and immense.
Had he already forgotten? That yearning for immortality when his Spiritual Intelligence had first been born, that desire to have heaven and earth acknowledge him.
Ah, that was my Original Intention...
In the courtyard, Zhao Gongming stood there, his eyes seeing through the dim, endless years. Without realizing it, two turbid tears slowly slipped from the corners of his eyes. Strands of Dao resonance curled around him, and relief showed