Chapter 290 — It Dwells in a Single Thought
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
On the golden summit of this holy mountain there was nothing but an altar. The Shaman Venerable took three sticks of incense and lit them; the smoke curled upward, straight to the heavens.
Where the smoke vanished, a green-blue face faintly surfaced in the air, seeming to melt into the blue sky.
"A new Human Emperor has appeared," the Shaman Venerable said, burning incense and bowing low.
So, you wish to cultivate immortality? How is your mathematics? How is your chemistry (the alchemist Tao Hongjing)? How is your medicine (the physician-Daoists Ge Hong and Sun Simiao)? How is your philosophy (Laozi, Zhuangzi)? How are you at governing a state (Wei Zheng, Li Bi)? Economics (Fan Li), the art of war (Zhang Liang), calligraphy and painting (Wang Xizhi, Wu Daozi), astronomy (too many to name), poetry (Li Bai)?
Study hard, and ascend to immortality soon!