Cobrir o Céu: No Início, Ingressei no Sagrado Solo de Yaoguang

“All things have a place of origin, a birthplace from which they emerge and grow. Within our bodies, too, lies such a place—the very root of our vitality, the wellspring where all the essence of life is stored. This is known as the Wheel of Life’s Source, or simply, the Wheel of Life.”

Upon a mist-shrouded, serene immortal mountain, an old man and a boy sat cross-legged. All around them, lush trees thrived, streams cascaded into waterfalls, and cranes soared gracefully through the air—everything vibrant and natural, as if the pair were dwelling in a secret realm of immortals. As the elder explained the foundations of cultivation, the entire scene seemed otherworldly.

“Li Yao, do you know where this starting point lies?” the old man asked gently, his expression kind and warm.

At the question, the boy, Li Yao, pointed below his navel. “Is it here?”

Seeing where Li Yao’s finger landed, the old man could not help but laugh heartily. “A teachable child indeed! Truly a born prodigy for the immortal path, a genius whose Sea of Bitterness opened on its own—so perceptive with just a hint!”

This old man, a figure akin to an immortal, would never show such warmth even to ordinary disciples, let alone mere mortals. His attitude toward Li Yao was entirely due to the boy’s extraordinary talent, his very presence suffused with the aura of the Dao. Though Li Yao had no peculiar, rare constitution, with such natural gifts, once he embarked upon the path of cultivation, he would be no less than those born with exceptional physiques.

Hearing the elder’s