Just then.
Space rippled in the distance, and Sect Master Tongtian wore a face full of delight, as though he had gained some enormous benefit.
"Third Brother Pan, you were gone rather long this time. Were you out looting again?"
"No, I went to watch a show.
Why do you always think I went out looting?" Sect Master Tongtian said displeasedly, though a trace of amusement flashed through his eyes.
He walked to the side, took out a fishing rod, and began fishing with Ling Er. Ling Er had made it for him.
He said he had comprehended some supreme fishing wisdom and had forged it from top-grade threaded steel, though he had never said what that fishing wisdom actually was.
This so-called top-grade threaded steel truly was rather remarkable; it possessed the strength of an acquired spiritual treasure.
"What show could possibly last thirty years?" Ling Er immediately grew curious. What kind of show was so good that it could be watched for that long?
He had not even invited him along to watch it.
But then he thought of the accursed Primordial World, where time was never worth much. Thirty years!
That was enough for him to shout, "Thirty years east of the river..."
Sect Master Tongtian instantly became alert.
This time, he had watched those two bald asses, Jieyin and Zhunti, get their home raided by Ancestor Minghe, who had used the Twelfth-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus to burn the Bodhi Tree... He absolutely could not let that slip.
For some reason, whenever he was around Ling Er, he always felt like speaking freely. It was downright strange.
So he feigned calmness and said, "Ah, three parties were fighting. I watched from the sidelines and cheered them on while I was at it.
By the way, have you gotten used to living here?
Take this sword. It is the treasure that suppresses our Daoist sect. Keep it for self-defense in the future."
Ling Er looked at the Qingping Sword being handed over and waved his hand. "You're a Sword Immortal. You need a sword more than I do. If you give it to me, what will you use?"
Sect Master Tongtian directly stuffed it into Ling Er's arms. "Just take it when I give it to you. I'll use these!"
Ling Er watched four swords emerge behind Sect Master Tongtian. They were peerless divine swords.
At that moment, an image surfaced in his mind: I'll just use these.
He silently put away the Qingping Sword. Good heavens, these were four divine swords brimming with killing intent.
Huh? Something was wrong!
Thirty-six innate divine restriction patterns? No, was this a divine artifact preparing to advance into a Chaos supreme treasure?
"Third Brother Pan, is this an innate supreme treasure divine sword? Or one preparing to advance into a Chaos supreme treasure?" Ling Er asked solemnly, a trace of shock appearing in his eyes.
Where had this guy gone to watch a show? Wasn't this haul a little too terrifying?
Wait, wasn't this the sword he had taken out last time? Or had it always been like this?
Impossible, right?
"What? Is there a problem?" Sect Master Tongtian said indifferently, though he was also inwardly astonished.
Wasn't Ling Er merely at the Golden Core Stage? How could he sense the divine restriction patterns inside it? There was no reason for that!
As Ling Er stared at the Qingping Sword, the cycles of stars revolved deep within his pupils—this was the manifestation of an embryonic innate Dao body, a physique immune to all techniques.
Immunity to all techniques was truly terrifying. It had actually allowed him to refine the Qingping Sword so easily.
"You're incredible," Ling Er said helplessly, refining it with a casual flick of his hand and storing it within his dantian.
He could not help sighing inwardly. As expected of the Primordial World. Innate supreme treasures were truly as common as grass; they were so worthless it made people uneasy.
Something was wrong! He could refine an innate supreme treasure?
"Of course! So, for these thirty years, all you did was fish here? You neither cultivated nor went out?" Sect Master Tongtian hurriedly changed the subject, secretly relieved that he had finally muddled through.
Still, Ling Er was exactly the same as he had been on Golden Turtle Island. He refused to leave his cave abode even half a step. Was he perhaps a little too timid?
The Primordial World was certainly dangerous, but there should not be any danger nearby. After all, he had chosen this place himself.
Its safety was still guaranteed.
"Sigh... I did cultivate, but I'm still at the Golden Core Stage. My golden core only got a tiny bit bigger than before.
I plan to study formations and see whether I can draw inferences from them," Ling Er said somewhat dejectedly, helplessness flashing through his eyes.
"Everything is difficult at the beginning. As long as you improve, that is enough," Sect Master Tongtian comforted him.
"I know. I've recently comprehended some insights into cultivation, so I ask Third Brother to offer guidance."
"Excellent. Let me hear it," Sect Master Tongtian said with immediate interest. If any other cultivator had said that to him, he would have slapped them away.
But he still had to listen to what Ling Er had to say. This fellow always comprehended strange and bizarre things, and they could benefit him as well.
"Then I shall make a fool of myself. As the saying goes: the path of mysterious cultivation lies in understanding one's true heart, connecting with Heaven and Earth, and attaining the supreme Dao fruit.
A cultivator gazes upon the sea of stars and sees the spiritual platform; he looks into the abyss and reflects upon his Dao heart.
Upon first entering the Dao, the sea of qi churns like a boiling cauldron. One must temper the golden core with Samadhi True Fire and shape the nascent soul with nine revolutions of heavenly lightning.
Through day and night of breathing and cultivation, one sees the myriad mortal tribulations deep within one's spiritual roots. Only then does one understand that severing the seven emotions is like tempering a sword, while cutting off the six desires is like peeling a cocoon.
After knowing one's heavenly mandate, the Dao heart becomes settled. Once settled, the spiritual platform becomes clear; once clear, the meridians become bright; once bright, one comprehends transformation; once comprehended, one breaks free of shackles.
At that time, when the mysterious gate opened, it was like a river of stars pouring backward; the Purple Palace trembled like heavenly drums roaring with thunder.
With one breath of concentration, one sees the nascent soul embracing the moon and lotuses blooming from the nine apertures. With a single penetrating thought, one may glimpse the realm of hollow insight and knock upon Heaven's gate.
Even if extraterritorial heavenly demons transformed into three thousand illusory forms, they would be no more than dust brushed away, parting the sea of clouds to reveal the bright moon."
Sect Master Tongtian's hand holding the threaded steel fishing rod trembled slightly. One could imagine how unsettled he was at that moment.
He hurriedly used his divine abilities to conceal the surrounding phenomena: lotuses blooming in empty space, spiritual qi transforming into dragons, and more.
Ling Er was explaining the Dao to him!! Explaining the Dao to him, a Saint!!
The crucial thing was, this Dao...
No good, his cultivation was forcefully rising. The Primordial Dao fruit within his body was actually evolving Tai Chi and the Two Principles on its own—suppress it!
At this very moment, he had actually glimpsed a realm beyond the Primordial! The shackles of a Heavenly Dao Saint were heating up. Was this about to break the shackles?
No, it was not time yet!
"Third Brother Pan, how are my insights?" Ling Er looked expectantly at Sect Master Tongtian, waiting for his evaluation.
"Very good!" Sect Master Tongtian said calmly as he suppressed the surging powers within him, a trace of relief flashing through his eyes.
Fortunately, Ling Er had not continued. Otherwise, he truly would not have been able to endure it.
"Oh... Then I still need to keep studying and see whether I can improve the method further," Ling Er said in utter disappointment, no longer even wanting to fish.
Meanwhile, Sect Master Tongtian closed his eyes, as though engrossed in fishing. In truth, he had already begun digesting the advancement in cultivation he had just gained.
Seeing this, Ling Er picked up his fishing rod and headed to another fishing spot.
He truly did not want to fish with Pan Laosan. This fellow was always like a beginner; no matter how he fished, he could always catch something.
Meanwhile, Ling Er had mastered every fishing technique, yet remained consistently unlucky.
Hmph! How could we anglers fear an empty rod!
In the depths of Chaos.
Yuanshi Tianzun's face darkened with anger. His third brother had actually slipped away. Given his temperament, he should have continued watching the excitement. Why had he suddenly run off?
Moreover, that fellow had just seemed to be standing behind the two of them, completely unlike before, when he always rushed to the front.
"Big Brother, let's go. The opportunity here has probably been taken by someone else. Watching them fight is truly boring," Yuanshi Tianzun suggested.
After all, the Witch Race and the Demon Race fighting was not something that had started only a day or two ago. There was nothing to see.
They had already seen the interesting part. Those two from the West had suffered miserably after being targeted by Ancestor Minghe.
But those two Westerners were shameless as well. They bullied the weak with their strength, going to the Sea of Blood to convert the Asuras and bring them back to their Buddhist kingdom as protectors. Still, the West was indeed poor beyond measure.
They had formed karma because of it.
"How do you know the opportunity was taken by someone else?"
"Think about it, Big Brother. Something capable of triggering power akin to transcendence cannot possibly be some treasure. It was most likely caused by a person.
Don't forget, that Great Immortal Yang is hiding somewhere in this Chaos," Yuanshi Tianzun said calmly. Right now, he only wanted to find his younger brother and ask him about it.
What did he intend to do with the Interception Sect next? If it continued like this, it would certainly explode. It was far too terrifying.
The Heavenly Dao would absolutely not permit such an existence. It would surely become a thorn in the Heavenly Dao's side. Unfortunately, they had become Heavenly Dao Saints, and many things were beyond their control.
"Mm. Huh? Where is Third Brother?"
"He left long ago. He was afraid we'd spank him."
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