The warm jade exuded warmth, a crystalline radiance glowed, its soft light flowing through Ye Fan's fingers, bringing a serene tranquility, akin to walking under the hazy moonlight.
*The Dao is vast and unknowable...* Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back, a realization dawning on him: the Dao is formless and infinite; how can it be grasped? Who can truly define it?
Standing silently for a long time, he approached the stone cave and touched the cold rock wall. The ancient inscriptions, worn by time, were faint, soon to fade forever.
He used his finger as a pen, tracing those three lines of script over and over, his mind engaged with the ancient characters, contemplating the mindset of the Great Emperor No Beginning.
Ye Fan forgot everything else, standing solitary before the stone wall, his movements slowed, etching character by character with penetrating force, like the bright moon reflected in a still well, fixed before the Ancient Cave.
