Su Bei felt his body growing increasingly frail, like a lone boat tossed in a vast sea, swaying in wind and rain, unable to find its direction.
It was a faint sense of weakness, and his entire being seemed to have entered a brand new world!
Before him appeared a cave dwelling. Countless hardships and dangerous obstacles blocked his path, yet he wielded the Qingping Sword, sliced open the heavens with a single strike, and broke through layer after layer of obstruction!
The entire sky was blood-red, yet a Golden Age Lotus blossomed serenely in sight.
Su Bei reached out, trying to touch the lotus, but always felt it was just out of reach.
The sounds of the Great Dao resonated in his ears. He couldn't hear them clearly, but his entire body felt increasingly comfortable, as if baptized by these all-encompassing sounds.
What kind of feeling is this?
Su Bei couldn't describe it, but he felt that everything was wonderfully beautiful.
It seemed the sound of a flute pierced the night.
