The old man’s breaths were in tune with the rhythm of heaven and earth. He seemed to be one with the world so when he stood there, he had an ethereal presence - almost untraceable.

Staring at him was akin to staring at the entire world at once, or at least that this was the feeling everyone had.

The boundless grand dao - perhaps this wasn’t describing the grand dao itself but an apex cultivator.

The unknown cultivator’s expression soured after seeing him: “Fellow Daoist, isn’t it time to drop the incessant and unnecessary pursuit?”

“That’s an interesting way...