When faced with the inescapable doom, Shen Lian did not even care about his life and death, or whether Taixu mana could be successfully cultivated.
He did not care about what he saw or heard and had entered into the abstruse state of mysterious silence.
The key incantation of Taixu Strategy flew into his heart like a stream, and he reached an epiphany. It was not purposeful at all, just as how the moon surfaced amidst the scattered clouds, and the pearl appeared when the water ran dry.
"Tian and Di posited themselves, Shan and Ze ventilated their Qi, Feng and Lei got lighter, Shui and Huo did not conflict, Bagua was tangled up, knowing the past was orderly, knowing the future was not; I Ching stated the latter."