Some Mountain Essence Spiritual Fruits were strewn across the edge of the valley, evidently gathered by the birds and beasts as a token of thanks for Ye Xuan's awakening of Spiritual Wisdom.
In the valley, beside an ancient pool.
Ethereal and illusory, like mist and fantasy, Ye Xuan sat cross-legged with a nine-stringed zither resting on his knees, the thick steam rising from the ancient pool enveloping him in an otherworldly, immortal aura.
"Alas!"
With a long sigh that seemed to traverse eons, Ye Xuan slowly stood up, the nine-stringed zither vanished, his hands clasped behind his back as he overlooked the waters before him, a trace of disarray flickering across his eyes.
"The seas have changed into mulberry fields, time has transformed, ten thousand years have passed, and the so-called Quasi-Saint Realm remains elusive—where lies my path ahead?" Ye Xuan murmured, more hints of bewilderment appearing in his eyes.
