Chapter 2412 All Things Converge, All Things Take Different Paths
From dawn.
The mountain's roots, deep within the chaos, sprouted and grew on their own, no longer relying on the earth's veins, but growing independently.
The sea's breath, stirring up nebulae and thunder, transforms into celestial tides of ethereal energy.
Even a grain of dust began to develop the patterns of the Great Dao, as if it formed its own Dao patterns. It could be said that even a grain of dust would be considered a rare and precious treasure if placed outside.
Some people looked up and saw that the sky was no longer colorful.
It was a series of overlapping "lights," like the consciousness of life moving and slowly unfolding the vast sky.
The stars swayed gently in the light, no longer following their old paths, but rather sensing and calling to each other, as if they were reorganizing the rules of heaven and earth.
"Heavens, has this already begun cultivation?"
At that moment, countless ancient beings felt an unprecedented illusion.
It's not an illusion, it's real.
The entire world is truly in a state of "cultivation".
An ancestor of the immortal race sat cross-legged atop ten thousand mountains and saw that the flow of the mountains and rivers had begun to pulsate at the frequency of "cultivating immortality through breathing exercises".
He stretched out his finger to touch the pulsating mountain wind, only to find that the wind also stretched out its "finger" in response.
What flows in the wind is not divine power, but a gentle and lively aura.
That was not the power of the cultivators, but the autonomous response of heaven and earth to them.
All the ancient races and creatures, those that were once plants and trees, those that were once stone and iron, those that were once flying and running beasts, all felt the echo of existence at this moment.
Rumble...
The sky of the Eternal Immortal Realm transformed into nine layers of azure curtains, each layer flowing with different rules and powers, but they no longer repelled each other.
Some people take "breath" as their way, and all things are born from the breath.
Some days, the principle is based on "thought"; when a thought arises, the mountains move, and when the thought ceases, the sea is calm.
The higher heavens are nameless and formless, merely a vast ocean of Dao, open to all beings to comprehend—that is the "freedom" left to all living beings by the eternal heavens and earth.
In the ancient celestial realm, the Dao was the guiding principle, and all things converged in the same direction.
The eternal new heaven is based on "self-generation," and all things follow different paths.
Some people cultivate the breath of the mountains, no longer relying on the immortal energy to connect with heaven and earth, but directly resonating with the frequency of the mountains and rivers, thus achieving enlightenment through cultivation.
Some people cultivate the Way of Water, and entering the sea is the entry into the Way. When the tide rises, their immortal meridians also rise and fall accordingly.
Some cultivate the Way of the Wind, where the universe transforms into boundless scriptures with every breath, and the whispers of the wind are the sounds of the Way.
The eternal practice no longer follows the insights and methods of others, but rather follows the self-awareness of heaven and earth.
—Heaven and earth understand themselves, and all living beings understand heaven and earth.
boom!
Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the sky.
A cultivator was undergoing tribulation when the heavenly tribulation descended.
But that lightning was not the lightning that annihilates spirits; rather, it was a trial that reaches the heavens.
It does not strike down any living beings, but rather unfolds countless patterns in the sky, as if painting a picture of the birth of heaven and earth. It is the true creation lightning of the immortal realm, the heavenly lightning that can only be seen by peerless geniuses in the final tribulation.
But now, it looks like just an ordinary heavenly tribulation encountered by ancient cultivators when they undergo tribulation.
Lightning intertwines into veins, and clouds surge into blood vessels.
The lightning tribulation transformed into a dragon, roaming the heavens and earth. It was majestic and awe-inspiring, looking down upon the world, but its eyes were filled with a lively and intelligent light. It had its own will and followed its own rules to bring down tribulations. It was a true being of the rules!
The ancient immortal realm has begun to autonomously generate beings governed by rules, no longer needing to seek them from the outside world.
Deep in the mountains and forests, ancient trees that were once swallowed by spiritual fire have been reborn. Their branches stretch towards the sky, and every inch of their wood grain shimmers with light, faintly reflecting the ancient past, like a projection of the memories of heaven and earth, rather than an illusion.
That is the Great Dao of the past merging into all things; this is the ultimate Dao, omnipresent, truly spreading out.
Eternity no longer needs 'steles', 'stones', or 'writing' to record everything in heaven and earth; instead, it uses the consciousness of all things to inscribe the past.
Every leaf, every gust of wind, every ray of light holds an ancient memory.
"This is the true meaning of immortality," an ancient immortal exclaimed, believing that forgetting is the final destination of death.
He simply gazed at that newly born world—
The heavens will no longer strike with lightning, and the earth will no longer warn all living beings with its collapse.
The ancient winds are gentle yet powerful, capable of nurturing mountains and propelling stars.
A river turning backwards is not a calamity, but rather a manifestation of renewal and renewal.
Even time itself gives rise to different tributaries here—
Some see the dawn through the morning mist, while others see the sunset at the same moment.
The ages seem no longer uniform, but rather conform to the perceptions of each heart.
This is a vast world where "fate is predetermined by heaven and destiny is set in stone from the beginning."
Every being here interprets the meaning of "life" in its own way.
Therefore, the ancient cultivators no longer cultivated towards the heavens, but instead cultivated inwards.
They listened to the mountains, the wind, and the Taoist rhythms emanating from the grass.
Some people meditate for three thousand years and realize that "all things have thoughts".
Some people endure a thousand years of arduous practice, just to understand "how heaven and earth breathe in and out".
Some people understand "the Tao gives birth to one" simply by touching a drop of dew.
Heaven and earth are silent, yet they have become the most magnificent teachers.
That year, all spirits resonated, and the ancient immortal realm was free from calamity, divine punishment, and the struggle for the Great Dao.
Because the Great Dao is no longer an external thing, but the choice of every cultivator.
Thus, the color of the sky changes year by year, and the mountain's contours change over thousands of years.
The ancient world is forever new, forever unfinished, and infinitely mysterious.
Tianji Taoist Palace.
A boy looked up and saw the boundless sea of Dao, and suddenly said softly:
"Perhaps, one day, even my eternal world will achieve immortality?"
The wind blows, and the earth hums softly.
The ancient immortal realm has ushered in its most brilliant era of cultivation, where natural wonders are everywhere, and there's no need to daydream about stepping on a treasure while out and about.
……
Two thousand years later.
Nangong Heling attained the Dao and became a true immortal. His true form merged into the ancient trees, and the ancient world offered its congratulations and all spirits revered him.
this year.
Beneath a majestic mountain, a group of tiny figures, as insignificant as dust, were slowly making their way.
There are humans, cattle, and beasts.
A red lion was seen constantly pawing at the man in the foremost linen robe with his hair tied up, looking very agitated and speaking urgently.
"Brother Xun, is my family really gone? Have you and Brother Niu really used it all up?"
The red lion looked utterly devastated, on the verge of tears, still desperately pawing at the man in front of it, pleading, "Brother Xun, I remember that the Mountain-Like Image Stone was nurtured with immortal power year-round; it's at least immortal..."
The man in front of him had a deep expression and said seriously, "Little Chi, you don't know the vastness of the True Immortal realm, nor do you know how many rare and precious treasures are needed to enter this realm. It's like swallowing a whale. How could I lie to you?"
"Brother Xun...really there's nothing left?!" Xiao Chi's eyes widened, and he looked like he was about to burst into tears. Upon hearing this, his entire mane trembled.
After saying that, it looked to the side, wanting to see Brother Niu's reaction.
To everyone's surprise, the big black ox also had a deep expression. Indeed, there were none left. Even though these recording stones had been nurtured to an immortal state, Chen Xun had exhausted them all. Of course, he didn't actually use them as rare treasures; rather, he had used them all up from years of observing them...
As for the rest of your wealth, Chen Xun really used it all up without any hesitation.
Little Red's expression twitched, its claws went limp, its eyelids rolled back, and it fainted...
