"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Some things... once they start, there's no going back."
In the Land of No Light, the stream flowed.
Mo Taoist stopped at the stream and looked at the small, emaciated child crouching by its bank. The Heavenly Peak in the South Border was devoid of light, and the night was immensely dark. Yet the child stretched out his palm, where a shimmering water light flickered between the gaps of his withered fingers, and the stream broke and trickled down.
"This is the 'Spiritual Spring' flowing out from the Tiger Creek Cave Heaven."
The child did not respond to this statement.
He raised his head, through the gaps of his fingers, gazing into the distance.
Towards the direction of Qingfu Mountain.
"Such a rare thing..."
