As the talisman formed from the Bronze Man returned to its place, all twelve talismans trembled together.
A force drew Chen Cuo's consciousness upward, lifting it in a drifting haze.
It was unlike his Divine Soul leaving his body. It was as though he had suddenly gained another pair of eyes, eyes that could behold Heaven and Earth and Yin-Yang, pierce Void and Reality and truth and falsehood, discern fortune and calamity, good and evil, and perceive the vast within the infinitesimal.
Heaven and Earth above and below, the Eight Directions across the universe, seemed close enough to grasp!
The countless fleeting images converging from every quarter, each bearing its own mysteries, no longer brushed past him. Like rain falling into a parched marsh, they slowly accumulated, drop by drop. Though he could not yet fathom them, they were already in Chen Cuo's grasp.
Outside, the intricate patterns faintly visible on the branches of the towering brass tree grew clearer and deeper, glimmering with points of light. A tenuous connection linked Chen Cuo to this tree of visualization.
The tree seemed on the verge of becoming real, ready to sink its roots into the earth and stand in Guanzhong forever!
Chen Cuo felt as though he stood with his head against the heavens and his feet planted on the earth. His will seemed able to commune with Heaven and Earth and join with their myriad profound laws, as though he would stand here watching seas turn to mulberry fields and All Under Heaven change around him!
In that strange state of mind, Chen Cuo's thoughts were exceptionally clear. With a single thought, he felt he could cross the River of History and gain unimaginable wisdom.
"Once the twelve Dao Marks gather and return to me, they accord with the numbers