Standing tall between Heaven and Earth, his head beneath the starry sky.
He felt as if his spirit merged with the stars above, revolving together beneath the boundless, infinite cosmos.
Let the stars shift and the Big Dipper turn, let all things rise and fall, let Heaven and Earth be overturned, yet nothing could alter the stars' orbit in the heavens.
This was yet a higher level of the heart's insight than "let him be as strong as he will, the bright moon still shines over the great river."
For the great river could change with the overturning of Heaven and Earth, but the bright moon and the myriad stars hanging high in the sky would not change because of the vicissitudes of Heaven and Earth.
In such a mysteriously fused Realm, even if that pupil which seemed to open from Chaos once more emerged within Jiang Dali's spirit and Will, he no longer felt horrified; it was as if the nightmare was rapidly fading away.
