As time passed, the chanting in the chamber grew increasingly grand and sonorous. The more Zhao Xiandu listened, the angrier he became, and finally, he couldn't help but roar, "Shut up for this old man!"
His roar was like thunder, causing the whole room to buzz and instantly overpowering the overwhelming chant.
However, in the next second, the chanting resumed as if it had never been interrupted.
Seeing this, Zhao Xiandu's anger surged once more, and he roared, "Red Dragon Son, I ask you, what is the true Tao?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the chanting diminished, and then the person with his back to him slowly began, "The Tao is formless and shapeless, omnipresent. It transforms freely, returning to the Tao. The Tao is simplicity itself, existing only in the heart. When the heart aligns with the Tao, nothing remains unchanged, nothing is out of reach."
