C127 The Upanishads of the Mantra of the Rising Path

Everyone forgot the dangers of the death swamp, overcome their fear, and started cultivating.

But training was just a matter of time.

In the blink of an eye, it had turned white.

At the break of dawn, the crowd that had cultivated for the entire night slowly opened their eyes and exhaled a mouthful of impure air.

After a night of cultivation, everyone had a new understanding of cultivation