Seeing Miaoyu recognize her own Great Dao so clearly, Xuanwu sighed inwardly. If it were not for the pursuit of the Dao, how could she ever be willing to wade into these muddy waters?
Stopping for a moment, Xuanwu resumed walking forward. Her boundless divine might felt just like the dim and murky space of the Yellow Springs itself—seemingly formless yet all-encompassing, unlike certain dazzling deities who loved to show off. She walked a different, plain, and unadorned path.
The North was both a real and an abstract concept.
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