63: Chapter 63 The Four Forms of Immortal Slaying, The National Fortune Space Reopens

As Ye Qingxuan's voice trailed off, just as he wanted to chat with his Senior Sister whom he hadn't seen for a long time, the three Old Ancestors of the Zhen generation flashed and appeared in the main hall.

"Junior Martial Uncle!" Master Yuanxin, Yuanhui, and Yuanqing hurriedly paid their respects. (Note: A previous mistake, Zhenyi and the others are Master Yuanxin's Junior Martial Uncle, and the protagonist's Grandmaster Uncle.)

"Greetings, Grandmaster Uncle!" Ye Qingxuan and his Senior Brother peers paid their respects in unison.

"Enough, enough, why are you bowing, I'm not dead yet. Qingxuan, you said you broke through to the Void Return Stage Middle Stage?" Zhending looked at Ye Qingxuan impatiently.

Seeing Qingling's proud gaze, Ye Qingxuan nodded at her. Instantly, Senior Sister Qingling's eyes curved into crescents with a smile, and the people in the main hall felt as if they had been force-fed dog food.

"It is indeed the Void Return Stage Middle Stage. I simply comprehended it, and so it happened. Didn't Patriarch Lü directly enter Perfection the moment he broke through to the Void Return Stage back then?"

Looking at Ye Qingxuan's expression of taking it for granted, everyone had the feeling of having swallowed a fly.

"Don't get angry, don't get angry. This is my grand-Disciple generation, don't get angry. Besides, I can't even beat him!!" Zhenyi and the other two chanted the Heart-Clearing Mantra silently at the same time.

Master Yuanxin and his Disciples were already used to it, because ever since Ye Qingxuan was a child, every time he broke through, he had this expression. It was the look of 'any hand can do it,' and they were used to being struck by his blows.

Zhending asked: "Then Qingxuan, how did you comprehend the Dao? Did you just take a walk down the mountain? What did you comprehend?"

Zhenyi and Zhenning also wore looks of anticipation. Yuanqing, Yuanhui, and the other Senior Brother peers also pricked up their ears to listen, while Master Yuanxin and his Disciples looked completely indifferent, because they knew that even if Ye Qingxuan said it, no one would be able to understand.

However, Zhenyi and the others had also reached the Soul Transformation Middle Stage. With the Great World Origin, it was only a matter of time before they broke through to Perfection, so asking for some experience now was fine too.

"How should I put it? I observed all facets of human life, carefully comprehended them, and there was nothing else." Ye Qingxuan thought carefully and concluded with just that much.

"..." Everyone was dumbfounded. What did I just hear?

Master Yuanxin and his Disciples were thinking: 'Look, didn't I guess right?'

"As for what I comprehended?" Ye Qingxuan thought about it and said very earnestly: "Nothingness!!"

It is precisely nothingness; named attaining the Dao, but in reality, nothing is attained.

Thus, in such tranquility, one gradually enters the true Dao. Once entering the true Dao, it is called attaining the Dao. Although named attaining the Dao, in reality, nothing is attained. The Dao itself has neither gain nor loss, has no form or image, cannot be seen by looking, heard by listening, or grasped by catching.

The Dao is everywhere, so why would you need to 'attain' it? A 'Dao' that can be attained is simply not the Dao.

"???? " Zhenyi and the other three wore faces full of question marks. Nothingness? How could it be the same as what Master said back then? Gained nothing? Did he not comprehend anything at all?

That's not right. With Ye Qingxuan's talent, he should have gained something.

Or was he imitating the old routine of the Daoist sect elders, who loved to speak in riddles all day long, refusing to speak clearly and forcing others to figure out the meaning behind their words themselves?

Qingming, Qingyun, Qingling, and Qingmo wore expressions of 'as expected.' Their Realms were already no longer in the same dimension.

"Master, Senior Martial Uncle, all Junior Martial Uncle, and all Senior Brother peers, you should Cultivate to Soul Transformation Perfection first. These things are too far away for you."

Ye Qingxuan's words were piercing, but they were also the truth. A bunch of Cultivators in the Golden Core and Nascent Soul Stage couldn't even reach Soul Transformation, yet they still wanted to comprehend the Dao of the Void Return Stage in advance? They might as well wash up and go to sleep.

"..." How piercing!!

"Three Grandmaster Uncles, Master should have given you the World Origin, right? After you break through to Soul Transformation Perfection, go down the mountain and take a walk. Let everything move according to your heart; once you comprehend it, you comprehend it."

Ye Qingxuan looked at the three Grandmaster Uncles and said with a serious face. It wasn't that he didn't want to explain clearly, but because everyone's Dao was different. Those who copy me live, those who imitate me die. What he comprehended was his own, and others could not learn it.

Zhenyi, Zhending, and Zhenning looked at Ye Qingxuan's serious expression and recalled what Master had said back then. It was almost identical.

So, this little Qingxuan whom they watched grow up had already reached their Master's Realm. They all knew this was bound to happen sooner or later, but for a moment, the three of them still felt somewhat dazed in their hearts.

Then came pride. This was their junior descendant! A Disciple is not necessarily inferior to their Master, nor is a Master necessarily more virtuous than a Disciple. Look at Master Yuanxin; he had long been used to it.

The twenty percent of the World Origin that Ye Qingxuan handed over to Master Yuanxin had been divided by Master Yuanxin into twenty portions, which was one percent of a complete world. Not everyone had Ye Qingxuan's profound Dao foundation, but a single portion was enough for them to break through to Soul Transformation Perfection.

"Very well. After the Grand Ritual of Luotian ends, we will go into seclusion."

Zhenyi and the other two accepted Ye Qingxuan's suggestion, and then the three of them turned and left, preparing to discuss the words spoken by Ye Qingxuan and their Master back then.

The remaining crowd watched Ye Qingxuan's rebellious and upside-down demeanor—a grand-Disciple turning around to teach his patriarchs? A sense of strangeness arose in their hearts, followed immediately by pride. This monster was a fellow sect member of theirs!

"Master, I agree to add the Nascent Soul Stage duel to the Grand Ritual of Luotian, and take out a portion of the World Origin as a reward. World Origin can be snatched again later; we cannot lose the face of the Shangqing Sect at this first Daoist grand gathering after the Age of Dharma Decline."

Ye Qingxuan's words made Master Yuanxin beam with joy. That smug little look he cast at Yuanhui almost made Senior Martial Uncle Yuanhui unable to hold back and strike him directly. However, it was just horseplay among Senior Brother and Junior Brother peers; even if they got anxious arguing, it was just fists hitting flesh—all superficial wounds.

"Alright, then it's settled. In a moment, Senior Brother Qingcang, you go send a message to inform the cultivation world." Master Yuanxin quickly made the arrangements.

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand and took out the array diagram of the Grand Zhoutian Flying Sword Array. He originally thought he would still need it, but now that he had broken through to the Void Return Stage, this array diagram was of little use to him. That bit of enhancement looked just so-so from the perspective of the Void Return Stage, and it wasn't as useful as the Nine Secrets.

"Master, I no longer have any use for this array diagram. If the Grand Ritual of Luotian starts while I am still in the National Destiny Space, use this array diagram as the dueling space." With that, he handed the array diagram to his Master.

Master Yuanxin did not decline either. As the Sect Head, he knew the power of the Void Return Stage better than anyone else, and many secrets were passed down orally by Sect Heads.

"Those Chosen Ones from foreign countries have been back for twenty days. The next National Destiny Game might start soon. During this period of time, you should carefully comprehend the Zhuxian Array Diagram."

"Master, that is what I planned as well."

After finishing, Ye Qingxuan looked at Qingling and reached out his hand. Senior Sister Qingling understood in a second and stepped forward to hold his hand. Ye Qingxuan said goodbye to the elders and Senior Brother peers, and the two transformed into streams of light and left.

"Master, I feel that Junior Brother has changed a lot; his Immortal aura is not as heavy anymore." Qingming looked at the receding stream of light of the two and said thoughtfully.

"He has indeed changed." Master Yuanxin stroked his beard and smiled.

"However, Master, you have pulled an Immortal back down to the mortal world." Qingyun also complained with a remark.

"This is not bad either." Senior Brother Qingmo also agreed with Ye Qingxuan's change.

Ye Qingxuan pulled Qingling to her small courtyard, waved his hand to set up a Restriction, looked at the sweetheart before him, scooped her up in his arms, and walked into the room.

Don't misunderstand; nothing happened.

Daoist Ye simply hugged his beloved and kissed her for a while. Looking at Qingling's panting appearance, he always felt it was a bit strange—a Nascent Soul Cultivator couldn't catch her breath just from a kiss?

The two poured out their hearts to each other. When Ye Qingxuan spoke of his experiences down the mountain, his eyes carried a light that had never been there before. Qingling just looked at him with a smiling face, her eyes filled with an affection that could not be melted away.

The two chatted from morning until evening, seemingly having endless words to say. Ye Qingxuan knew he couldn't go on like this; the land of gentleness is the grave of heroes, even though he didn't consider himself any kind of hero.

"Senior Sister, I must go into seclusion. I cannot let my guard down regarding the matters of the National Destiny Space..."

Before Ye Qingxuan could finish his words, Qingling blocked them back—blocked them with her lips.

After a long while, their lips parted. Qingling looked at him with a blushing face and said, "Go!"

Ye Qingxuan looked into Qingling's eyes, gently rubbed her face, turned around, and left.

Inside the quiet room, Ye Qingxuan took out a jade bottle. This was the mysterious reward from the last National Destiny Game. Looking at the Restriction on the jade bottle, Ye Qingxuan tried it out, but as a result, his current cultivation level still could not open it.

He couldn't help wondering which mighty figure had sent it over. He remembered that at that time, the National Destiny Space seemed to have lagged for a moment, and then he obtained this jade bottle. Afterward, he put the jade bottle away.

He took out the box containing the array diagram and slowly input the Zhuxian Sword Intent into the box. The Zhuxian Sword Intent was the key to opening this box.

The box slowly opened, and four streams of Sword Qi surged out—azure, green, white, and red. The four streams of Sword Qi surrounded Ye Qingxuan, forming an array formation.

Ye Qingxuan was also pulled into a space by this array formation. As soon as he entered, he heard sounds of chanting.

"Neither copper nor iron nor even steel, once hidden beneath Mount Xumi."

"Without using Yin and Yang to reverse refinement, how could water and fire not temper the sharpness?"

"Zhuxian is sharp, Luxian brings death, and Xianxian stirs up red light everywhere."

"Juexian's changes are infinitely wondrous, dyeing the clothes of Daluo Immortals with blood."

Ye Qingxuan stood in the Void Realm and saw a Daoist figure standing ahead. Four Immortal swords with towering Killing Intent surrounded the Daoist.

"Zhuxian Array Diagram?!! Shangqing Ling—" Ye Qingxuan's words could not come out, because—Heaven would not allow it!!!

Outside the world, a gaze from the nether Realms looked over here.

The Daoist raised his hand, and an array diagram flew over. The four peerless killing swords flew toward the array diagram, spinning in a strange formation. Every trajectory of the killing swords' flight deeply captivated Ye Qingxuan's mind.

Inside the quiet room, Ye Qingxuan's body began to emit white light, within which endless Dao rhyme flowed.

If anyone were to see this scene at this moment, they would instinctively shout out two words—Transforming into the Dao!

At this moment, Ye Qingxuan was about to transform into the Dao. The status of the Zhuxian Array Diagram was too high; Ye Qingxuan was still an ant who had yet to become an Immortal at this time. Relying on Heaven-Defying Comprehension Ability, he comprehended the mysteries of the Zhuxian Array Diagram, but he could not withstand the scouring of this endless Dao.

—Yuyutian, Biyou Palace

A figure sat cross-legged there, resembling the Incarnation of the Dao, existing as long as the heavens and lasting as long as the Dao. He is precisely Heavenly Venerable Lingbao.

Just as Ye Qingxuan was about to call out his name, he felt a sense in his heart and cast his gaze toward the Lower Realm.

—Inside the quiet room

"Stop! If you keep comprehending, you are going to transform into the Dao!"

Just as Ye Qingxuan was deeply immersed in it and unable to extricate himself, a Dao sound rang in his ears.

Then Ye Qingxuan felt a pain in his buttocks, and a streak of azure light carried him plummeting into endless darkness.

Opening his eyes once again, he was still in the quiet room where he was in seclusion, except...

Ye Qingxuan looked at the information in his Sea of Consciousness: Four Forms of Zhuxian. With his current cultivation level, he could only use the first form.

This was a Divine Ability he comprehended within the Zhuxian Array Diagram, except he hadn't finished comprehending it before he was kicked out.

And that Dao sound, transforming into the Dao?

Just as Ye Qingxuan was wondering what had happened,

"Ding, the National Destiny Space is opening. Please prepare, all Chosen Ones."

Ye Qingxuan made a calculation with his fingers; sixteen days had already passed. Counting from the return of those Chosen Ones, was this time an interval of thirty-six days?