In the forest, green bamboo continued to grow, and the sound of Dao principles echoed throughout:
"Glancing at each other, expressions intertwined; harboring thoughts at the mysterious portal, surrendering the mind's restless churns. Nothing within or beyond, like murky ice becoming clear. Untouched by dust, unblemished by worldly shapes."
The sound of Xuan Music resonated,
subduing the roaring thunder. The brocade-clad youth stood rooted in place, hand raised skyward, his face still etched with ferocity, unswerving. Yet, the thunder that roared all around seemed to slow.
Within the bamboo forest,
the Xuan Music continued:
"The void is tranquil and vast, utterly devoid of anything. Nothingness gives rise to all, simplicity and complexity form together. Forgetting self and object, akin to cosmic primordial chaos. Heaven and earth boundless, all things as one."
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