Cultivating with Symbiosis Panel-Chapter 686 - 385: How to Achieve Perfection (2)
This Divine Technique is so profound that with Li Ye’s current cultivation level, not to mention truly mastering it, even trying to remember it seems almost impossible, and even understanding it is so difficult.
To understand this Divine Technique, something must be used for assistance.
For example.
He took a deep breath.
"Is the essence of heaven meant for cultivating this Divine Technique?"
"Or is everyone who comes here also cultivating this Divine Technique?"
Li Xi raised her eyebrows and nodded approvingly:
"Exactly."
"They all say one thought proves the Tao, ascending to immortality or demonhood."
"Everyone who comes here seeking the essence of heaven has their own obsessions and ideas. The Celestial Dao is just using the mediation creation of its essence to help them create a unique object capable of fulfilling their desires."
"It’s just that they don’t have your good fortune of assistance from the escape, so try to build your world."
As she spoke, she sat down.
Li Ye didn’t notice, and couldn’t notice, that her body flickered for a moment.
Mediation Creation is so magical.
He couldn’t even spare a trace of his spirit anymore.
A perfect world...
What does it look like?
...
In the Spirit Leaf Realm.
The Golden Era had lasted for over three thousand years.
Heroes and brilliant figures emerged everywhere, diligently cultivating, using their wisdom to refine the magic techniques passed down from generation to generation.
The brilliance of the Immortal Dao and Divine Path had long illuminated the entire Spirit Leaf Realm.
Cultivators strive to seek the Dao.
Each sect of the Immortal Sect generously passes down methods of cultivation one by one.
Mere mortals still enjoy a peaceful life.
Everything flourishes—even when celestial phenomena change, cultivators offer their support, and they can even watch the raging seas and snowstorms from the glass palace.
The world is like a blaze of fire.
Burning with dazzling golden light, like the lone star in the sky, devouring surrounding worlds and countless domains.
It’s another winter.
In the glass hall of the Spirit Leaf village.
The fire burns vigorously, crackling.
Children gather around the fire, wide-eyed and curious, watching the most wise and clever grandmother in the village.
In their childish yet curious voices:
"You haven’t finished your story last time, have you?"
"Yes, yes, what does the Spirit Leaf Heavenly Venerate really think?"
"Has the Heavenly Venerate created the perfect world?"
Grandmother looked at them kindly, her cloudy old eyes reflecting the firelight, and softly said:
"Of course."
"The Heavenly Venerate is omnipotent, of course he wouldn’t make mistakes."
But this statement surprisingly provoked a rebuttal! 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
From a distance, a boy sitting quietly, wearing a glass bracelet and with delicate features, countered:
"Omnipotent? Didn’t the cultivator brother say that even the Heavenly Venerate isn’t omnipotent?"
"He couldn’t even save his friend, Qingye Heavenly Venerate!"
As soon as this was said, the entire glass palace erupted.
"What kind of nonsense is this!"
"Who is Qingye Heavenly Venerate?"
"There’s no such person in the history of the Spirit Leaf Realm!"
Born with the ability to understand words, even reading some Immortal Dao texts, the mortals immediately argued back.
Omnipotent.
Indeed, it is the ability of the Spirit Leaf Heavenly Venerate.
He created this world from a chaos, able to create everything and anything, how could he be unable to save his friend?
Now in this world, death is not the end.
One can pay a price to go to every Peach Capital Mountain created by Spirit Leaf Mountain, enter the Underworld to see their loved ones, and they can even stay there to work, always with their loved ones.
Even with remaining years, one can directly enter the Underworld to work, which is simply a wonderful thing.
It is said that before, there was a boy pampered by his parents who went resolutely to the Underworld when his parents passed away, only to find his parents had established a foundation there.
From a town’s young master to a city’s young master!
Then he continued to enjoy his parents’ care in the Underworld.
It is said that even the time of the next reincarnation was delayed multiple times.
So what is this child talking about?
Though rebutted by the surrounding people, they anxiously said:
"Why don’t you go to Weichuan Star Sea to find Beaver Daoist for treatment, it is said that Beaver Daoist’s Treasure Lotus Lamp is long lit in the Star Sea."
Just need to be illuminated for the treatment of your madness.
These words immediately attracted support from everyone:
"Yes."
"It’s okay, cultivators will take you there."
"Yes, yes, last time I sold some wheat and saved some spirit stones, also traveled to the star river, it was truly beautiful!"
One voice here, another voice there.
The "boy" seemed to have been classified as "mad".
In the vast palace, in the spring-like warmth of the air, no one refuted.
The boy seemed persuaded too.
Yes.
If so many people think Spirit Leaf Heavenly Venerate is omnipotent, then the world he created must be perfect, why do I feel he can’t save his friend?
He fell silent.
Warm air enveloped his body, making him a bit sleepy, but the slight pain in his meridians was like bone-devouring maggots, preventing him from sleeping.
Uh... when was it that my meridians got damaged?
It seems I really have to find Beaver Daoist for treatment.
But at this moment.
The grandmother who had been silent suddenly spoke leisurely:
"I see that’s unlikely."
"That Spirit Leaf Heavenly Venerate perhaps truly couldn’t save his friend."
Everyone: "!!!"
They jumped up in shock.
Their tone couldn’t suppress the anger and resentment.
"What are you saying?"
"The immortals granted you knowledge, yet you weave falsehoods!"
"Apologize! Apologize to Spirit Leaf Heavenly Venerate!"
Their words seemed to stir the flames, crackling in the firelight, their shadows flickered, all with anger, watching the quiet old grandmother.
"The Heavenly Venerate won’t care about my rebuttal and transgression."
She just said so.
Then amidst the suddenly fearful gazes of everyone, she reached out and pushed open the glass palace doors.
And then.
The wind and snow violently surged into the warm palace.
Dimmed the firelight, made everyone huddle in the corners, shivering.
The solitary figure of the grandmother stood at the door.
To the boy who had asked:
"Let’s go."
"Starting the journey for treatment can only be during the winter night."
"Seeking only requires advancement."
Unconsciously, the boy stood up, but the piercing pain in his body became more pronounced, turning from a dull ache to constant pain, encasing him in tearing agony.
She took a lantern from beside her, put it in the boy’s hand, the lantern originally grew from a tree, its warm glow could dispel winter, illuminate the night.
But holding it now.
The warm light couldn’t brighten the path beside him.
He looked up at the kindly grandmother, then at the shivering, thin-clad people in the cold.
And resolutely stepped into the snowy night.
The heavy snow instantly submerged his ankles, he treaded deeply and shallowly through the snow.
It was strange.
On such a winter night, it should be pitch black, yet he always felt a bright moon hung above, the luminous yet melancholic moonlight shining upon him.
Then.
"Plop!"
He fell directly onto the snow.
The icy cold penetrated his clothes, buried his eyes in snow, he struggled like a duck, finally pulling himself out.
Hmm, am I more like a predator’s fox carrot than a duck?
The boy thought cheerfully.
Then shivered, brushed off the snow, picked up the lantern and moved forward.
The path seemed endless.
Yet, in an instant, it felt like it was nearing an end.
He saw at the edge of his vision, where a star river fell to earth, a beaver statue with large prayer beads, holding a Treasure Lotus Lamp in one hand, an ax in the other, dressed in silver armor.
Standing quietly.
