In an independent world isolated from heavenly insights.
Yang Jian sat alone with his eyes closed atop Black Mountain, as the sun, moon, and starlight fell like a fine rain, circling around his celestial eye in his forehead, waiting for the right moment to dissolve into his third eye and disappear.
The Six-Eared Macaque had already watched such scenes for many years.
Over these years.
This independent world had been moving continuously, and Yang Jian traveled stealthily together with it in the world.
They had visited many places, absorbing the endless starlight of countless Small Thousand Worlds.
The Six-Eared Macaque knew this was Yang Jian's path of cultivation.
But to this day, he had never seen that celestial eye open.
The Six-Eared Macaque remembered a saying from the Confucian School.
The gentleman hides his weapon within himself, waiting for the time to move!
Perhaps, Yang Jian was this way.
"Master! Master!!"
