"Following the way of the mundane leads to mortality, while defying it leads to immortality."
"Stealing the mysteries of yin and yang, seizing the workings of creation..."
"After two hundred and sixty years of cultivation, I am finally standing on the path to the Nascent Soul."
Qin Ming sat cross-legged beneath the Yin Yang Profound Vine Tree, appearing as if he had transformed into an ancient evergreen, exuding an eternal venerability.
He opened his ink-black eyes, within which swept a power of azure cyclic time.
Everything was prepared perfectly.
Qin Ming's heart became as still as water, adjusting his mental state to its peak.
At this moment.
His body, mind, Divine Thought, and mana had all attained a seamless harmony, and he felt utterly relaxed and free.
Meanwhile, the bits and pieces of his two-century-long cultivation journey flashed before his eyes.
From his initial confusion upon arriving in the Cultivation Realm to being abandoned by his family...
