Grass and trees yellowed and shed their leaves; flocks of geese took their leave and flew home.
Rain fell in a whispering rustle; the mountains darkened in silence.
The autumn wind was mournful, the autumn rain cold, the autumn air stern with the breath of slaughter.
The desolate breath of all things across ten thousand miles, together with a dense aura of slaughter, poured into a mine like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, penetrating deep into its mineral veins.
White hair streamed, and robes billowed.
Xuanming sat cross-legged within. His urge to kill had subsided, and his killing aura, killing intent, and murderous intent had all merged into the Void behind him.
The law of autumn intertwined with the law of metal. After bearing the full weight of slaughter, the Dharma Aspect gradually grew distinct.
A white jade crown upon its head, white feathered robes upon its body, a White Dragon beneath its feet, and a treasured sword in its hand—it was the White Emperor Dharma Aspect.
It was one of the Five Directional Elders.
Namely, the Western Vast-Spirit Imperial Elder Heavenly Lord.
Xuanming's body trembled slightly. He withdrew the Dharma Aspect, rose in an instant, escaped from underground, crossed a spatial passage, and returned to Floating Cloud Mountain.
Dao-Treasuring Peak, the Path-Seeking Courtyard.
After cultivating bitterly in Rage for a month, he went back to lounging about.
In the golden autumn season, reds and yellows covered the mountain, dotted with only a few patches of green, forming a dazzling landscape.
The rocking chair swayed. The white-haired old Daoist reclined beneath a patch of green shade, his expression contented. As he opened his mouth to accept the food Spirit Pine fed him, he sank his awareness into his body.
His five organs now each possessed the qi of