Within a vast expanse of snow-white space stood a Heaven-Piercing Stone Stele. This space seemed transcendent of the world, yet also seemed to lie outside heaven and earth.
Amid wisps of white mist, the woman stood quietly before the youth, her clothes shed to reveal a body that seemed the very pinnacle of creation.
Her skin was as fair, warm, and smooth as jade, her slender neck long and graceful, her figure shapely and well proportioned, and her countless strands of ink-black hair danced in the wind. It seemed that every part of her was the most perfect thing in the world.
Her face, so exquisite that not the slightest flaw could be found, bore a trace of coolness and calm.
It seemed she was merely discussing an utterly ordinary question about seeking the Dao with the youth before her...
The youth quietly watched the woman, looking at her jade-like body, his eyes bewildered and confused.
Slowly shedding his own clothes, the youth looked at the woman opposite him, then at his own body, and murmured softly.
"They are different..."
The youth carefully compared the differences between himself and the woman, then shook his head blankly.
"What exactly are we..."
That boundless white mist was like the youth's thoughts, trapped within a fog, steeped in profound incomprehension from which he could not free himself.
The woman gently shook her head, her long hair swaying softly with the motion, as though her every movement was natural...
"I don't know."
The bewilderment remained in the youth's eyes. "Are we the 'humans' you spoke of?"
The woman merely shook her head again. She still could not explain.
The youth fell silent, his mind sinking into thoughts he could not comprehend.
He could not understand his own existence, nor could he understand the humans,