In life, brilliance isn't always a given. Reflecting on the past, the world is awash with vibrant hues, encapsulating the essence of human existence. Amidst the allure of the mundane, there's an undercurrent of sorrow, weaving a tale of birth, aging, sickness, and death, a cycle from which escape seems elusive. Along the Zhou River's banks, Wang Xuan's gaze spanned its vast expanse. Moonlight shimmered upon its waters, and myriad lantern fishes painted the night sky, their luminance rivaling the vibrancy of human life.0

The Zhou River, beginning from the mist-clad highlands and meandering eastward, presented a spectacle of grandeur interspersed with formidable rapids. As Wang Xuan ambled along, the river bore witness to his introspection. Amidst myriad faces and diverse vistas, he pondered his path, resonating with the aspirations of many to live a life full of color and purpose. The pathways of spiritual cultivation, whether tread by ancient sages, Daoists, or Buddhists, seemed to Wang Xuan to harbor inherent flaws and challenges. 0

Youthful and resolute, he believed that by charting his course, he'd unveil a destiny uniquely his. But the way forward demanded vigilance against...1