88: Chapter 88 I am but a humble person, please enlighten me, senior!

Old Ancestor Kurong's voice was trembling.

Every word felt like it had been fished out of an ice cellar, carrying bone-chilling cold and fear.

His Dao Heart had been completely shattered by that unconscious yawn from Su Changge.

In his eyes, that was no longer a Divine Ability.

That was the concrete manifestation of the "Dao"!

Every breath he took stirred the Law of Heaven and Earth!

Every move he made contained the ultimate truths of the Universe!

Fight?

He dared not.

He even suspected that if he revealed even a trace of hostility, he would be annihilated, body and soul, in the next moment, without even a chance for Reincarnation.

But, just leave like this?

He, Old Ancestor Kurong, an old monster who had lived in the Eastern Wasteland for nearly ten thousand years, had arrived aggressively today in front of all the Cultivators in the world, only to be scared witless by a single look and a yawn?

Did he still want his old face?

No!

Absolutely not!

He had to find a way to step down!

Old Ancestor Kurong's brain raced at an unprecedented speed; his survival instinct overwhelmed all his pride.

Since he couldn't win with "force," he would win with "words"!

Cultivating the Dao, in the final analysis, was about comparing one's insights into the great Dao!

He didn't believe that this young man's understanding of the truths of Heaven and Earth could surpass his own nine thousand years of bitter cultivation!

As long as he could stump him during the "Dao discussion" and leave him speechless, he would have salvaged some face and could make a dignified exit.

Right, that was it!

With that thought, Old Ancestor Kurong calmed down slightly, hurriedly put away the humming Soul-Absorbing Bell, and tremblingly straightened his slightly disheveled robes.

He bowed deeply, very deeply, in the direction of Changge Peak.

The angle of his bow was extremely humble.

Immediately after, he stopped flying, slowly descended, and finally stopped at the foot of Changge Peak, outside the Mountain Protection Grand Array.

This action stunned all the Cultivators watching from the foot of the mountain.

This... what does this mean?

The Old Ancestor is... admitting defeat?

"I am Kurong, a Loose Cultivator from the Eastern Wasteland, having cultivated for over nine thousand seven hundred years."

Old Ancestor Kurong's voice, carried by his magical power, spread in all directions. The respect in his tone made everyone's scalp tingle.

"I have been trapped at the Soul Transformation Late Stage Great Perfection Realm for three thousand years, unable to make any progress."

"Today, having witnessed your supreme demeanor, Senior, I finally know that there is always someone better, and the Dao has no limits!"

"This Junior has a doubt in his heart that has lingered for three thousand years without resolution. I earnestly request that you, Senior, do not withhold your guidance and... clear my confusion!"

As his voice fell, his posture was humble to the point of being in the dust.

The foot of the mountain instantly erupted in chaos.

Everyone's gaze toward Old Ancestor Kurong changed from fear to unbelievable astonishment.

This old monster hadn't come for revenge!

He had come to seek the Dao!

On Changge Peak, in front of the small courtyard window.

Su Changge listened to the old man's sincere speech, his heart churning with stormy waves.

Clear my confusion?

Clear your head!

You, an old monster who has lived for nearly ten thousand years, come to ask me, a Mortal who just Transmigrated a few days ago and hasn't even reached the Qi Refining Second Layer?

Is your brain caught in a door!

His only thought now was to immediately close the window, jump onto the bed, cover his head with a quilt, and be a salted fish free from worldly strife.

But, he dared not.

Thousands were watching from below, and the old monster was gazing from above.

If he cowered now, the image of a "Master" he had built up through luck and misunderstanding would instantly collapse.

At that time, if this old man got angry out of shame, he wouldn't even need a slap.

With a breath, he might just be gone.

Hold on!

Must bite the bullet and hold on!

Su Changge forcibly maintained his calm, unruffled face, while his brain raced at faster-than-light speed.

What to do?

What to do?

How to bluff his way through this?

Got it!

He remembered those ambiguous, pseudo-profound words he had seen online in his past life.

Say some "Daoist wit" that sounded very reasonable but actually said nothing!

Let them figure it out themselves!

Right!

Just let them imagine it themselves!

At the foot of the mountain, Old Ancestor Kurong saw Su Changge remained silent for a long time and thought his question was too shallow to even enter the Dharma Eye of this Senior.

He steeled his heart, gritted his teeth, and roared out the most fundamental, core cultivation problem that had tormented him for three thousand years.

"Please instruct me, Senior!"

"Those at the Soul Transformation Realm roam the Great Void. Those at the Void Refining Realm return to the void and merge with the Dao."

"However, between 'roaming' and 'merging with the Dao,' there lies a chasm of the 'Law of Space'! It is like looking at flowers in the fog or the moon in the water; it can be felt but not touched, touched but not grasped!"

"This Junior has tried three thousand times to use his Primordial Spirit to impact the space barrier, but has never been able to find the way in. Instead, I have repeatedly nearly lost my Divine Soul in the turbulence of the Void Realm!"

His voice was shrill, filled with endless confusion and pain.

"May I ask, Senior, what exactly is this 'Void'? And how can one refine this formless and substanceless 'Void' into one's own body?!"

As soon as this question was asked, all the great Cultivators at the Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation Realms in the area held their breath, their eyes bursting with unprecedented brilliance.

This was the ultimate problem for all of them!

The Law of Space!

That was the threshold to touch the authority of Heaven and Earth!

Everyone's gaze was nailed to the figure behind that window, expecting to see what earth-shattering words this "Dao Ancestor" would utter.

Su Changge listened to this long string of technical terms and felt his CPU was about to burn out.

Roaming?

Merging with the Dao?

Space barrier?

What is all this nonsense!

But on the surface, he remained as calm as a pool of ten-thousand-year-old ice.

Under the gaze of countless burning eyes, he finally, slowly, spoke.

The voice was not loud, but it had a strange penetrating power, clearly falling into everyone's heart.

"Dao."

Just one word.

The whole scene was dead silent.

Old Ancestor Kurong's body shook violently, his brows knitted into a knot, frantically chewing on the meaning of this word.

Dao?

Is Senior saying that the answer to this question is the "Dao" itself?

But this is too... too general!

Su Changge saw his constipated expression and knew that one word couldn't hold the scene, so he continued to speak the second sentence in his emotionless tone.

"It is not in the sky."

Not in the sky?

Old Ancestor Kurong's heart skipped a beat.

"But under your feet."

Su Changge added another sentence.

The Dao is not in the sky, but under your feet...

Old Ancestor Kurong's breathing suddenly quickened. He felt as if he had grasped something; a flash of inspiration exploded in his mind, but it was fleeting.

Su Changge looked at his expression and knew the time was right.

He slowly threw out the last, and most critical, sentence.

"What you cannot see is because you are attached to what you see."

You cannot see because you want to see too much.

The moment his voice fell, Su Changge did not give anyone a chance to react or ask further questions.

He slowly turned around.

His movements were smooth and flowing, filled with some indescribable rhythm.

Click.

The window was closed.

The whole world seemed to be completely quiet at this moment.

Outside the small courtyard, between Heaven and Earth.

Everyone was still immersed in those few simple words, which seemed to contain the infinite mysteries of the great Dao.

"The Dao is not in the sky, but under your feet..."

"What you cannot see is because you are attached to what you see..."

Old Ancestor Kurong stood stiffly at the foot of the mountain, like a petrified sculpture.

His lips moved, repeatedly whispering these words, the expression on his face changing uncertainly—sometimes painful, sometimes confused, sometimes ecstatic.

The whole person fell into a mysterious state of Epiphany!

"I have realized it!" An Elder at the Soul Transformation Realm suddenly trembled with excitement, "Senior is saying that we are always aiming too high, trying to touch the Law of Space in the sky, but forgetting that the path of cultivation is walked one step at a time! The Foundation! It's the Foundation!"

"Wrong!" Another Immortal Master at the Nascent Soul Realm argued with a flushed face, "The point is the last sentence! 'What you cannot see is because you are attached to what you see'! Senior is enlightening us that our attachments are too deep, our purpose is too strong, which actually blinds our Dao Heart and runs counter to the Dao! He wants us to let go of our attachments!"

"High! Truly high!"

"Hearing your words is better than my thousand years of cultivation! The words of the Dao Ancestor are pearls of wisdom, pointing directly to the heart!"

Everyone discussed spiritedly, each interpreting different meanings based on their own Bottleneck.

But without exception, everyone felt they had gained immensely, as if they had drunk sweet wine.

They looked toward the tightly closed window, the worship and fanaticism in their eyes having climbed to an insurmountable peak.