In this dark space, his consciousness was nourished and grew stronger.
From a bundle of consciousness, it gradually evolved into Divine Soul, which could perceive the external world and whether it was daytime or night.
I'm underground...
Day after day, after witnessing the world's day and night change a thousand times, Xu Xing's weak Divine Soul grew stronger. He was able to perceive light and even hear sounds, like the mountain woodcutter's song.
"Watching chess, the axe handle rots away, THWACK THWACK, the sound of chopping wood does play. Slowly I walk by Cloud Valley's pass, selling firewood for wine, my spirits joyfully amass..."
"I know these ancient woods, climb cliffs and cross the range, with axe in hand, dead vines I change. Gathered to a bundle, I sing upon the market road, for three liters of rice, I trade my woody load... Those I meet, be they immortal or of the Dao's true way, sit quietly with me, The Yellow Court's truths to convey..."
