A leisurely Taoist title, the voice clear and solemn like a Sanskrit chant.
This sound seemed to come from the depths of a distant Void, like a rolling golden bell, reverberating between Heaven and Earth, causing one's heart and mind to waver.
As the voice of Mysterious grew louder, the air seemed to solidify, a murderous aura spread forth.
The sound waves, like blades, slashed through the Void, cutting through all obstacles on their path.
Ethan Smith felt his heart and soul tremble, the voice resounding as if from the depths of his inner being.
Each word interrogated his soul.
Walk to the end, look back, reflect on one's initial resolve, return to innocence.
Look back! Reflect on one's initial resolve!
Even just by being influenced, Ethan Smith had a strong desire for introspection.
Have I worked hard all these years, why am I still so inadequate now, unable to defeat even a Saint?
"I'm guilty! I peeked at Madam Li from the sect taking a bath! And even went further!"
