"There is no need to dwell on the past. The Dao is born, the Dao perishes, yet the Dao endures forever."
"Only the Dao."
Hearing this, Mu Qing sensed the truth within his words, though she remained muddled and could not grasp their meaning. Still, she felt the painstaking care Shi Qingyun had taken.
"Only the Dao?"
She gained some insight into those words as well. Nodding at him, she picked up her wine cup and clinked it against his again.
The Golden Crow rose brilliantly in the east, draped in boundless radiance.
Shafts of crimson sunlight shattered against the towering mountains, scattering through the heavenly palaces amid the sea of clouds, illuminating the words "Cloud Palace" until they shot out beams of dazzling color.
Pavilions large and small, winding passageways-every corner of the Cloud Palace still retained the joyous atmosphere of the night before.
Cultivators could be seen throughout the Cloud Palace, sitting with their eyes closed in cultivation.
Shi Qingyun sat cross-legged in the void, his hands resting naturally on his knees. Behind him hung a divine ring that seemed left over from Heaven-Opening, shedding blossoms of golden radiance.
Hum.
As he settled into meditation, a Yin-Yang Dao Diagram appeared beneath him. It seemed to nurture supreme creation, and its very appearance made the void resonate.
Wisps of Yin-Yang qi bearing the essence of life and creation, destruction and decay emerged from the boundless void, slowly drifting around him.
They seemed to resonate with the Yin-Yang Dao Diagram spinning beneath him.
Sounds of the Dao rang out inexplicably from his body. Wherever they reached, golden lotuses sprang into being in the void, while auspicious, colorful clouds approached the Cloud Palace from the horizon.
Within his body, a Yin-Yang divine flame radiated an undying light, as though it