Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 522 - 351 Discussion on Heavenly Dao, Astonishing News, Terrifying Conjecture

Yi Chen came to a halt in front of a gate without hesitation, his curiosity growing ever stronger as he followed the Heavenly Master.

The gate was a deep black with a metallic texture, and upon it was carved a huge, indistinct face.

Beyond that, the door was dotted with many strange purple spots, which, at first glance, appeared chaotic and disordered. However, if one looked closely for a while, they could feel a massive swirl of light dots forming on the door, as if even the mind could be sucked into it.

If those below the True Monarch realm were to glimpse this door, they would immediately lose their composure; even the weaker True Monarchs should not gaze upon it for long. But with Yi Chen's current level of cultivation, he was naturally unhindered.

As he looked at the door, a strange expression crossed Yi Chen's face.

The deep black surface of the door seemed like a canvas, with the vortex of purple dots resembling the spiral galaxies he remembered seeing in a previous life.

"It's been a long time since I've entered the Star Furnace Dome. My friend, you certainly know how to pick expensive questions. I will not answer this question without at least sixty thousand Contribution Points, and even then, it would be best if you grasped some things on your own when entering the Dome."

The Heavenly Master glanced at the gate before him with a grave tone, yet there was a trace of reminiscence in his voice.

The two did not hesitate; under the lead of the Heavenly Master, the long-sealed gate slowly opened.

Inside was a semi-dome hall with purple orbs floating on the ceiling, emitting a mysterious aura.

In the hall were several cushions, a table, and as the gate closed, with the atmosphere steeped in tranquility, the Heavenly Master finally began to speak slowly:

"What is the Heavenly Dao? Let me tell you a story. After I finish, you will understand what the Heavenly Dao is. Remember, speak cautiously."

"Before I attained my Dao, I cultivated in a courtyard teeming with wildflowers and grasses. Then one day, a strong wind blew from the heavens, and a tree seed wrapped in bird droppings fell into the courtyard."

"The heavens have the virtue of nurturing life, and after contemplating, I decided not to weed it out. From then on, the tree took root in my courtyard, absorbing dew and sunlight to grow vigorously."

"As the tree grew, my courtyard became more vibrant with birdsong and fragrant flowers. I would sweep the fallen leaves without any regret and occasionally fertilize and water it."

"However, the day eventually came when the tree grew too tall and blocked the light from my window, causing me great discomfort."

Just as I hesitated whether to cut it down or trim the crown, the tree became sentient, uprooted itself overnight, and ran away—leaving a large hole in the fence of my courtyard."

Yi Chen: "..." That's a drastic twist.

"Ah, when the tree ran off, it took with it the nutrients from the soil in my courtyard. The nutrients it had accumulated were not enough for its flight, and it even took the birds that lived on it—what a loss. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and repair the fence."

"Later, the seeds left by the previous tree underwent changes, sprouting a new tree that grew anew. Some became shrubs, while one in particular had exceptional gifts and grew into another towering tree which, of course, eventually ran away."

"One of the sentient trees even became aggressive. I wanted to discipline it, but after a fight, it still got away."

"After repeating this cycle several times, I learned my lesson. If any tree began to block my light, I would cut it down without hesitation, never allowing it to reach the level of my second-story balcony."

"Consequently, my yard is now filled with trees of modest height, bountiful with fruits. These trees absorb sunlight and fix a lot of nutrients, only to eventually wither in the courtyard, returning to heaven and earth, making my yard more colorful than ever."

Having said this, the Heavenly Master fell silent, pouring himself a cup of tea and sipping it lightly before smiling and continuing:

"That, is the Heavenly Dao!"

"An unrestricted growing tree without wisdom will be cut down by the owner of the courtyard."

"As for me, if I'm not allowed to grow upwards, I'd grow horizontally first. Once the trunk becomes thick and strong enough, I'll fight the owner of the courtyard and tear down his house!" Yi Chen stroked his chin in thought.

Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Master's expression became extraordinarily vivid. Setting down his teacup, he finally sighed: "True Monarch, you truly are exceptionally wise and daring!"

"Indeed, many have thought to do the same, but that path is incredibly difficult, and none have succeeded to date."

"The soul is like the leaves, and those great trees that have grown to the peak height of the first floor have absorbed so much rain and sunlight. Even if initially, their leaves weren't that lush, which of them isn't thriving now?"

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"Without green leaves to absorb the nutrients, how can a tree grow? Even if there are not enough leaves, the growth will be extremely challenging."

"There's never been a bare tree in this courtyard. If there were, they'd be mere saplings that perished long ago."

With that, the Heavenly Master couldn't help but chuckle, then he warned again:

"Anyway, with your cultivation and talent, you'll grow close to the height of the second floor sooner or later. At that time, do not ascend further, lest the owner of the courtyard sees that touch of green through his window sill and disaster ensues."

Yi Chen: "..." Am I going bald?

Hearing the Heavenly Master's words, Yi Chen initially flew into a rage, only to burst into comedic laughter.

Being bald is good, being bald is great.

Although he was uncertain whether his practice was categorized as horizontal or vertical growth, after so long, he was sure he had no leaves—didn't this imply that he, Yi Taoist, could grow in any way he wished?

This is... exhilarating!

By then, Yi Chen also discerned a faint flavor within the abstract story of the Heavenly Master. He felt that if other cultivators were trees sustained by green leaves, with virtually negligible root systems, his own situation was the reverse.