Tides ebbed, birds chirped, and the shadow of clouds glided across the azure sky.
When Mingguang Dust awoke, he was lying on a white sandy beach rapidly being submerged by seawater.
The hot sand emitted waves of heat visible to the naked eye; the tips of the palm trees along the coast trembled with the sound of the tides, the wind cutting like a blade, causing the massive fruits to fall.
Gazing at the fruit slowly dropping, the newly awakened Mingguang Dust squinted his eyes.
It had been a long time since he had any rest.
Blind, his eyes no longer served him, and even with the Dharma Eye not often used, ordinary people thought he was merely closing his eyes to rest; yet his mind continuously deduced the Dao Law, relentless in his pursuit. The blindness alienated him from the world, yet allowed him to approach the Great Dao from an angle beyond the comprehension of the common folk.
But just before, Mingguang Dust had fallen into a rare deep slumber.
