Meanwhile, in the deepest reaches of a mysterious expanse within the Trial Space, an old man with the appearance of a human sat on the bank of an endless lake.
He was reclining on a lounge chair, a pot of fragrant tea placed beside him. The red, hot coals beneath the kettle caused the tea to simmer continuously. Every time a bubble burst within the pot, a faint ripple of Daoist Magic emanated from it. In the old man’s hand rested a simple, rustic fishing rod made of bamboo, and he was fishing with a calm and leisurely air. Behind him stood a primitive wooden cabin and a peach tree in full bloom.
Suddenly, the peach tree swayed without a breeze, and the line on the fishing rod stirred, creating faint ripples in the water. A single peach blossom petal drifted down from the canopy, landing in the teacup beside the old man and splashing a few tiny droplets of water. Each crystalline drop seemed to contain the image of an entire world.
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