Reordering Yin and Yang, Turning Death to Life, Recreating Heaven and Earth to Set the Mysteries

Zhang Yu sat upright within Square Heaven Lodge, immersed in "rectifying self and correcting oneself." The starlight illuminated by his mind was growing ever brighter and more resplendent.

One could see every gap being filled in one by one, while the areas of varying depth gradually merged into a seamless whole.

After an unknowable length of time, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He felt himself wholly clear and pure. With a thought cast outward, he seemed able to resonate alongside all things; with a thought drawn inward, he seemed able to stand beyond the world.

By now, he had already reforged his own foundation. Looking back upon himself, he saw that the starlight had transformed into a limpid radiance, pure as water, without the slightest flaw to be found.

Yet he understood that nothing in this world was ever truly flawless and complete. Still, at this moment, he had indeed brought this realm to perfection.

Even if he went no further from here, this body's lifespan would still exceed that of cultivators of his generation by more than double.

He gazed at that radiance. It contained all his memories and experiences from the past, the traces he had left in this world. Every thought, every intention of his heart and mind could be reflected from it.

At this moment, he was like an outsider standing beyond Heaven and Earth, watching scene after scene from the past flicker before his eyes. In a long, unhurried voice, he recited:

"The Flood River of the Eastern Continent washes away old dust; Qingyang's morning light reveals this stubborn self. Beyond the heavens, I seek all my selves in the void; from fallen Three Flowers, I take the seed of the Dao-root. Though I may refine the fruit of immortality, this heart still enters the