Years passed, and in the blink of an eye, Tu Wa Zi spent countless days and nights on this land.
Tu Wa Zi felt that he had attained some understanding.
He began to try to integrate his comprehension of the land into his cultivation.
But this endeavor ceased three thousand years later.
For the initial clarity had become clouded, and he could not make any progress. He couldn't even see, let alone touch, the Stone Gate that Gu Chen had mentioned.
Tu Wa Zi stood at the site of the old Native Tribe, frowning, with unwillingness and confusion in his eyes.
Three thousand years passed like a fleeting moment. He thought he had grasped the tail of the "Dao", only to find himself stuck in a bottleneck again.
He pondered Gu Chen's words alone.
His heart remained pure, only seeing the Tao River flow across.
Tu Wa Zi started to reflect on whether he had been too attached to this land, ignoring the expansiveness and depth of the Dao.
