"Unite the Three Fields, bring Divine Abilities to their first fruition, refine true gold, and grow the supreme treasure of the yellow sprout. Only through seven transformations and nine reversions can one transcend."
A man's voice faintly reached his ears, clear and tinged with scholarly refinement.
"You certainly have lofty aspirations. The Lesser Yang Celestial Palace's legacy has endured to this day, yet its great masters have all vanished. The progenitors of the three yangs-complete, true, and pure-are nowhere to be found. If the Returning Daoist didn't still manifest in this world, this place would have been breached long ago."
A woman's voice sounded next, somewhat coquettish, yet troubled.
"This year, as we gazed upon Great Luo, the Lesser Yang Dao Fruit manifested its traces. The [great solemnity other shore spirit blossom] has already taken form and attained a human body. We should first guide him up here."
The man spoke again, his voice firm, yet elusive and ethereal.
"Enough of that. It's so vexing. Look, what do you think of this flower?"
"I can't discern its nature. It belongs to none of the five woods. Which path does this spiritual plant belong to? How strange."
"You fool, it's an ordinary flower. I obtained it through the heavenly wind. It's called [White Rosy Clouds]."
"Stop joking around. Next-"
"Zhang Yu? Zhang Yu-"
Liu Xiaowen opened his eyes. He lay amid soft sand and mud, warm daylight falling over him. The [Fire Tiger Fang] lay beside him, radiating fiery heat.
This was a fairly large island, covered in swathes of twelve-petaled white flowers in full bloom. Like rosy clouds, they swayed in the wind.
He raised his head blankly and looked around, but pain throbbed through his mind. He still vaguely remembered what had happened earlier, yet the moment the seal