This great ancestor of the Heavenly Palace of the Ancestral Gods did not use magic methods to improve his thin divine blood or improve his qualifications, nor did he teach any secret techniques.
It just changed the environment of this mysterious area.
This change is not sublimation, but weakening.
The swirling nebula dispersed together with the chaotic energy, and the filthy worldly aura was flowing, as if it had penetrated the mortal world, causing this area to fall in.
The lawless and skyless area, where the morning sun rises, the sunset sets, and the red dust billows, forms a great contrast with the chaos of the top world, which is difficult for Wu Zhuo to understand.
He once had the honor to see the powerful ancestor god opening the altar to preach, the Taoist door opened wide, wonderful truths appeared, divine springs gushed from the earth, and auspicious colors fell from the sky.
Those sights deeply impressed him.
But the method shown by the person who was regarded as the great ancestor by the ancestor god and taught him how to practice was actually so ordinary.
But this Taizu did not explain much, and his true body condensed out.
He was a handsome young man with half-white hair, wearing a coarse linen clothes. He looked extremely ordinary, like a mortal, but his deep eyes made Wu Zhuo dare not look directly, and his heart was confused.
trembling.
In this generation of heaven, apart from Kunlun, he is probably the only one who has seen the true form of Taizu.
This time.
The young man had already sat down facing the rising sun and asked Wu Zhuo to sit quietly and breathe together.
Wu Zhuo acted according to his words.
The young man's clothes fluttered, making him look even more ethereal. He was truly integrated into the world of mortals. The whole process did not involve any Taoism.
Wu Zhuo cannot do it.
He found that this kind of meditation seemed simple, but it required adjusting the breath, blending into the world of mortals, and contradicting the way of the gods.
No matter how bad he is, he is still an innate spirit, the incarnation of the Great Dao. When the mountains and rivers collapse, and thoughts surge, the sound of the Great Dao will be heard in his ears. How can he sit quietly like this?
But every time I come here.
Wu Zhuo would raise his eyes and look at the young man bathing in the morning sun, his eyes showing determination.
Taizu's cultivation is absolutely superior to all the ancestor gods. Since the other party can do it, how can there be a way to refute the gods?
Wu Zhuo was constantly trying to figure it out, trying to get himself into samadhi.
Perhaps what this young man is doing now is really suitable for Wu Zhuo.
Hundreds of millions of years later.
Wu Zhuo found the feeling. The light of the great avenue on his body gradually faded away, the supreme aura was restrained, and the whole person gradually integrated into the mortal environment, but it did not last long.
at the same time.
As time passed, Wu Zhuo became a little anxious.
For so many years, he just sat quietly and breathed out, and his cultivation level, not to mention improvement, even declined slightly.
His strength is already far inferior to that of the ancestor gods of the same realm, and now that it has been 'delayed', what future does he have?
"If a great success is lacking, its use will not be harmful; if a great success is in full bloom, its use will be endless..."
Every time at this time, a wise saying would come out, like a clear stream hitting Wu Zhuo's heart, making him lose all distracting thoughts and sink into a state of concentration.
Later.
The young man would get up and take Wu Zhuo to bathe in the sunset, stretching his body in the bloody sunset.
In chaos, the competition between perfect beings is fierce and cruel. If you don't want to be eliminated, you can only withstand the huge pressure and move forward bravely.
Therefore, this is an experience that Wu Zhuo has never had before.
Time passes year after year.
He seemed to have forgotten the purpose of his coming and his situation, and his mind became empty.
Look at the rising sun and enjoy the setting sun.
After this area was weakened, many earthly objects appeared, such as rocks, ordinary trees, and rivers, but they could not withstand the evolution of the years, and they continued to move in cycles, cycles, and cycles.
Wu Zhuo looked at it like this, his eyes changed from brilliant to dull, from bright to empty, as if they had also experienced the evolution from prosperity to withering.
"There is also a way in this world!"
Wu Zhuo let out a heartfelt sigh.
Forgetting the pressure and abandoning distracting thoughts, he felt relaxed, a huge change from when he first came here.
The Tao cannot be seen here, nor does breathing meditation involve the Tao.
But from the sound of the wind, he could faintly hear the sound of the Tao that was weakened countless times, and from the rushing river, he also captured the lowest order of the Tao.
If it is sublimated and traced back to the source, it is the true Tao.
His current perception was like peeling off a cocoon, allowing him to see many details.
"In my previous practice, I only focused on enlightenment, but I didn't know what the enlightenment was..."
This feeling made Wu Zhuo obsessed.
The perfect beings who were born in the same batch as him have either fallen or stood on the top of chaos. He has suffered through the years and witnessed too much. How similar is it to the rise and fall of the mortal world in front of him?
He already has a kind of fit with this environment.
The years are passing by.
This fit is even more amazing.
Wu Zhuo no longer needed the guidance of the young man, he sank in spontaneously, and his perception of everything gathered in his mind, forming a simple Taoist charm.
Wu Zhuo stepped forward in the morning sun and immediately sat down on a rock.
Roots grew under his seat, as if they were integrated with the rock, and he could really feel a beating sound.
No matter how ordinary a rock is, it still has life. It accepts the devastation of wind and rain, absorbs the essence of the sun and moon in the devastation, strengthens itself, and wants to live longer.
Wu Zhuo closed his senses and sat cross-legged like this, unable to feel the passage of time at all.
Click!
I don't know how many years have passed, but a crisp sound woke Wu Zhuo up.
He opened his eyes and looked, and was immediately startled.
The rock under the seat has formed a mountain peak over the years.
There was a crooked-necked tree rising up from the top of the mountain. Its dense crown was like an umbrella, just blocking him and protecting him from the wind and rain.
It is precisely because this tree is so tough that it grows all the way up from the bottom of the peak, destroying the mountain body of the peak.
A crack appeared and penetrated the mountain, making it on the verge of collapse.
"How many years have passed since I sat in meditation this time!"
Wu Zhuo stood up, and all the fallen leaves, dust, and bird droppings on his shoulders and body were scattered.
It is unbelievable that an innate spirit could be possessed by mundane things, but it really happened.
"It's not that long, only ten stacks have passed!"
Beside, a young man wearing coarse linen clothes spoke.
"Ten stacks!"
Wu Zhuo was dumbfounded.
During the period of perfect beings, he only spent ten stacks of time studying Taoism.
"The way of nature has cleansed your state of mind. Next, return to the Heavenly Court of the Ancestral God and join in the battle of hundreds of people to compete for resources and luck."
"No matter how good the sword is, it needs to be baptized before it can be forged into the sharpest light."
"Of course, you can come back anytime you want."
The young man continued.
"Thank you Taizu!"
Wu Zhuo quickly bowed and saluted.
This young man seemed to have taught him nothing, but allowed him to experience the simple way of nature.
No matter whether the future is bright or dim, this experience will benefit him throughout his life.
