Where Wind and Cloud Converged, a Dragon Cried Through the Nine Heavens (I Felt This Chapter Was

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A mountain need not be high; an immortal makes it renowned.

Water need not be deep; a dragon makes it numinous.

This was a humble dwelling, fragrant only with my virtue.

Clouds, waters, light, and breeze came in; I gazed out over the boundless sea.

Among those laughing and talking were learned Daoists; none who came and went were unlettered.

At leisure, I tuned an unadorned zither; with nothing to do, I read Daoist scriptures.

-"Expansive Record of the Land-Qilu Section-Inscribed on 'The Nine Peaks of Iron-Raft Mountain Crossing the Sea,' II"

Just as when he had established his monastery in Western Kham, once he was willing to throw open his gates, his reputation spread naturally. Starting from nothing as a Rogue Person, he had still managed to make Guanxuan Monastery on Kanli Mountain famous throughout the Southwest. This time, with his identity no longer concealed, the name of Cloudlight Cave on Iron-Raft Mountain naturally spread across Huaibei and the Yellow Sea as swiftly as possible.

In the depths of winter the year before last, at the coronation banquet for the heir to the Laodong King, he had formed friendships with the accomplished Daoists of Laoshan and the ruling kings of the Yellow Sea. They had talked of everything under the sun, and he had also thought two matters through.

First, there was no need to deliberately conceal his tribulations anymore.

To be honest, his first Elixir-Washing Tribulation in Western Hunan, when he had survived the Yellow Heaven Three-Nine Tribulation of Lightning under countless watching eyes and opened his Primordial Spirit's Purple Tower, had caught both him and the onlookers off guard. Whether it was "Yellow Heaven Three-Nine" or "opening the tower and refining the spirit," ordinary people believed these