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“Remember, little cousin, train diligently and push yourself. Find the true center of the wind, where the seven winds blow.” Then, head leaning upward, its wings opened and the great beast threw itself into the sky, flapping its unfurled wings. As it left, it bellowed, “After all, that is what all beasts do to ascend.”
Days that became weeks that transformed into years of travel. Though the sects he visited knew his face, he dared not wear his sect’s robes. Though they knew his shame, none spoke of it, instead feting him when he arrived. For services rendered, sects and Elders opened libraries for Wu Ying’s perusal. Medicinal springs were closed off for him to soak within as he tempered his body. Gratitude was repaid, for those he had saved, lofty nobles and crippled outer sect members alike.
Enlightenment arrived as he stood there. Lands and people to learn from. Every step of this journey, a revelation. A kingdom changed by man’s hand. A land returned to its native state by nature. Enlightenment of his own dao. Amidst the Heaven’s acknowledgement, Wu Ying broke through. Having found, at last, the start of his path.
You could lament the cruelty of the world; but if all you did was cry, you were no longer a victim of circumstances but a co-conspirator of your own tragedies.
