The Mist Daoist did not choose to perfect the final Dao, nor did he immediately seek out Bodhi.
He followed the premonition of his heart, the guidance of his Innate Spiritual Light, and arrived in a certain span of years, where he waited quietly.
"Before Enlightenment, I must know who I am."
Qing Xuan murmured to himself.
He had been lost for countless years, forgetting who he was and what he had done in his past...
He traveled to a time in the past, where he sat quietly in Guangcheng Palace, waiting.
His Innate Spiritual Light had shown him that the key to understanding everything would be found here and now.
Suddenly, "They're here."
Qing Xuan Daoist raised his eyelids. He listened to the grand symphony that seemed to ring out from The Beginning of Ancient Times, to the cry of the True Phoenix and the roar of the True Dragon.
