Reminiscence arose like a gust of wind, its echoes unceasing.
Gu Wen's spirit wandered upon the great Dao, his Qi Sea's tiny figure's hair strands tugging at his body, inch by inch embedding into the the splendor and essence of the Dao.
He understood that all the recent memories were caused by the trial of emotions, they were tribulations planted 800 years ago. The shackles from 800 years past had not vanished; what truly confined him was never an external force, but his own heart.
Perhaps if he saw through the emotional trial, he could be fulfilled. Perhaps he would never be able to see through it, or perhaps "my" feelings stem from the heart.
His state of mind caused a slight ripple, but to the vast ocean that spanned thousands of miles, these ripples were insignificant, not yet enough to stir up towering waves.
Inner peace remained unshaken; as Gu Wen was reflecting on his memories, he still had a third of his attention free to perceive the grand Dao of heaven and earth.
