Longing without knowing where to return, all that is seen is profound and mysterious.
Illusion, reality, movement, stillness, right, wrong, everything seems reversed and reorganized; all meaning ceases to exist.
Li Ping'an did not realize that if he truly immersed himself here and couldn't escape, he would walk towards an extreme—assimilation with the Dao.
But fortunately, he had not forgotten what he came here to do. At this moment, the Heavenly Dao's merit was continuously being consumed; he must quickly find the perpetrator or end this mystical journey.
Otherwise, the Heavenly Court might again struggle to issue next month's merit offerings.
Woo—
It was as if the deep space had transmitted a whale's cry.
Li Ping'an felt something, and along the constantly flickering Samsara Path, he gazed far into the 'front.'
His Dao heart tightened abruptly, pupils constricting.
He saw it.
