"Heart of Heaven and Earth..."
The moment he heard these words, An Jing felt something profoundly mystical, as if he had fallen into an endless, boundless, and infinite ocean. Yet, this ocean was simultaneously empty and overflowing, sharing a resonance with his own existence. It was like air that required no breath, a time and space that needed no reason to exist; it carried him, and yet it was him—above and below, within and without.
The Heart of Heaven and Earth was not only the heart of the world, but his own heart as well. Its existence was simply being.
Chapter 212