Immortal Ancient, Bluestone Path.
In utter silence, the three thousand ancient paths lay shrouded in mist. Only Shi Hao sat cross-legged, silently immersed in comprehension.
After meditating in one place, he would move to another, repeating this endlessly. For four months, the cycle continued, as he sought to comprehend the ancient Dao.
In the blink of an eye, another half a month had passed. He no longer sat; instead, he walked silently, ascending this stretch of stone steps alone, fully absorbed in his enlightenment.
The steps emitted a faint glow, the bluestones shimmering with hazy runes. He had completely forgotten the outside world. He resembled a "walking corpse," ceaselessly moving day and night, unable to stop.
Out in the external world, some witnessed this scene and wore puzzled expressions.
