Soft yet inescapable white light completely enveloped Lin Feng, shrouding his entire body.
The next instant, a formless, ethereal, and extremely profound power quietly invaded his bodily meridians, permeating his Sea of Consciousness and Divine Soul.
This power carried not a shred of tyranny or overbearing might, not a trace of the intent to tear away or plunder. It neither harmed people nor destroyed souls, nor did it disturb his Dao Foundation. Instead, it carried an ultimate, crystalline clarity of probing and guidance, gently reaching into the depths of his deepest Sea of Consciousness origin. It felt as though an invisible pair of hands was softly brushing across the ancient river of his sealed memories, attempting to guide and pull away the karmic attachments, lingering obsessions, and deepest bonds that he cherished most in his heart, could not bear to let go of, and found hardest to leave behind.
To be human is to have attachments; to cultivate is to have obsessions.
The Great Dao is ruthless, yet it requires one to see through sentiment. The so-called renunciation has never meant discarding external objects, casting aside cultivation, or abandoning fortuitous encounters; rather, it means abandoning the shackles within the heart, severing the entanglements of the mortal world, and achieving a state where the mind is free of cares and the Dao is free of bonds, thereby becoming able to bear supreme inheritances and ascend to the peak of the Great Dao.
Lin Feng's physical body instinctively produced a trace of resistance, and his Divine Soul subconsciously wished to guard the most precious memory bonds deep within his heart. Those were the warmest light on his path of cultivation, the most steadfast obsession, and the softest place that could never be touched.
Yet his supremely steady Dao Heart instantly suppressed this