With this in mind, the Blind Daoist slowly exhaled. In a single thought, he returned to the Beginning of Ancient Times.
"Fellow Daoist, I need to borrow your body and soul."
He spoke with a smile to the world's first wisp of Nine Yang Essence Qi, and then pointed to the world's first measure of longevity.
"I need to borrow your body and soul as well."
Two True Spirits shattered and dissipated, and two incarnations instantly took their place as the flow of Years shifted.
'No, that's still not safe enough,' the Blind Daoist muttered to himself. He looked down at the earth beneath his feet and dug out a Daoist who was hiding deep underground.
"Fellow Daoist…"
Zhenyuan Zi was on the verge of tears.
"Great Celestial Venerable, I didn't see anything… I've always kept to myself and never stepped out of line! My body and soul are rotten—rotten!"
The Blind Daoist chuckled in spite of himself.
