Yang Qing unconsciously moved deeper and deeper into the mountain, guided slowly by the mysterious hums of the scrolls. As he ventured further, the scrolls appeared increasingly exposed.
At last, on his eleventh scroll, he came across one fully exposed. But just like before, he was too engrossed in the world the Brilliant Ray Fist Art had drawn him into to notice that one of his greatest obsessions had finally appeared before him.
The fully exposed scroll floated gently a few meters above him, releasing an ethereal, soft glow that made it both mesmerizing and mysterious. One glance at it, and anyone could tell it was no ordinary scroll; its presence even managed to stand out in a wondrous place like Sage Mountain, a place so dense with the presence of countless Daos.