The evening wind carried the northern chill, the moon hung in the sky-
Once Jun Yao had finished bowing in greeting and raised his head, his gaze fell upon the short, stout woodcutter atop Green Rock.
Though he was a Dao Scion and had long since heard many secrets concerning this Patriarch,
in the instant he witnessed him with his own eyes, his pupils still flickered slightly, and he could not help pondering.
So many fetters, so arduous the Immortal Dao-
After the Golden Core came Primordial Spirit Return to Void.
Yet the Pure Yang realm held three calamities that barred the way. Without mighty Divine Abilities and vast magical power to provide protection, once the Three Calamities of wind, fire, and thunder arrived, no matter how one had dazzled past and present or displayed astonishing genius, one could hardly escape being reduced to ashes, never again whole.
And even after attaining Pure Yang and condensing the three central Great Dao Auspicious Clouds, only then did one truly enter the great realm of Union with the Dao, becoming a sovereign alongside the world, an elder over all living beings of a Heavenly Firmament, titled a "Dao Lord"!
A lesser sovereign of the Three Realms, a chief minister of the Primal Grotto!
If they could find a Heavenly Firmament in which to lodge the root-fruit of their life and nature, Dao Lords possessed lifespans that were almost inexhaustible, enduring alongside that Heavenly Firmament.
So long as they encountered no irresistible external tribulation, they would suffer no more from birth, aging, sickness, or death, almost attaining the unfettered realm of Great Freedom, of everlasting life!
But the Dao Integration Realm ultimately only approached immortality; it did not truly attain it...
If the Heavenly Firmament encountered the calamity of Yang Nine and Hundred