Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

t as weighty as the countless phantoms of cultivators surging forward, appearing and disappearing endlessly, one after another.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!This is...ent expression suddenly becoming somewhat profound: "Perhaps, I never had a path...""What did you say" the voice in the scroll asked.Of course, it wasn't that I didn't hear clearly. It was the phrase...