Amidst the mountains, mist shadows descend.
A vast round moon hangs bright and clear, seemingly just above the mountain peaks.
And beneath that full moon.
Chen Zhixing with fair complexion and unrivaled elegance, sits cross-legged.
Clad in white clothes as pure as snow, unstained by dust.
His hair dark as ink, seems gently imbued with divine radiance, cascading down his back.
As Chen Zhixing breaks through to the True Self Realm, his aura becomes increasingly ethereal, like one beyond the mortal world, ascending to immortality.
Especially his long and clear eyes, seemingly containing a splendid galaxy.
Were the poet immortal from the Tang dynasty of a past life to witness this, he'd perhaps sigh, 'If not seen on the jade mountain top, then met beneath the moonlit pavilion.'
"Finally attained the True Self."
Chen Zhixing smiles softly, sensing the quietly floating Great Tao Seed within his Dantian Divine Sea.
