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After the moonlit night came a sky washed as blue as jade. When the first ray of sunlight shone forth, it fell upon Zhang Xiaohua's nearly imperceptible figure atop Shixin Peak. His eyes flew open, and his form immediately became distinct. Yet this clarity differed from last night's—it was a kind of existence, an existence that could be heavy or light and untrammeled!

Zhang Xiaohua first opened his mouth out of habit and absorbed a trace of the sun's true essence. Then he cast his gaze upon the sky, where azure, black, and white intertwined. The countless starry gleams that had yet to fade immediately stirred something within him. In an instant, Zhang Xiaohua burst into laughter as though enlightenment had been poured straight into his head. "Pursuit—what is pursuit? Some pursue fame, some chase profit, others seek carefree freedom, while still others pursue righteousness. Martial artists pursue the pinnacle of martial arts; those who cultivate the immortal Dao naturally pursue the utmost heights of the immortal path. What do I pursue? The answer was right before my eyes, yet I ignored it. I truly looked straight at it without seeing it."

"The Heavenly Dao—naturally, the Heavenly Dao. Only the Heavenly Dao is the goal I seek!" In that instant, Zhang Xiaohua condensed the conclusion of an entire night's contemplation into two words: the Heavenly Dao. Profound, obscure, hidden, seemingly impossible to grasp yet seemingly leaving traces to follow; seemingly without any reference, yet like the starry sky—the Heavenly Dao deeply engraved in Zhang Xiaohua's heart, was it not the goal he could strive toward for his entire life?

Thinking of the fragments of the Heavenly Dao he had comprehended some days ago, Zhang Xiaohua could not help smiling. "The Heavenly Dao is ethereal, so naturally it leaves no trace