Comprehending the Dao in Night Prefecture [I]

In the darkness of night, the majestic mountains stand tall.

Qin Ming stood on the cliff, gazing into the distance.

He was very familiar with Black White Mountain; he had hunted there to make a living and had also ventured there seeking fortuitous opportunity.

His eyes reflected numerous figures and past events: Tang Jin, Crow Master, Cao Long, Shen Jiayun... as well as the Three-Legged Sect, the Cui Household, the Beyond the Mundane Pure Land, and other forces.

The various scenes intertwined, the light and shadow dappled, as if he had returned to twenty-one years ago.

Qin Ming chose a hillside for seclusion, where a winding Fire Spring flowed over a silver pine forest, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere.

"Godfather, I will take care of your daily life and protect you!" The Red Squirrel ran over, taking on all the responsibilities.

Soon after, a thatched hut was erected here.

Thanks to the hard work of the Red Squirrel, desks, wooden chairs, bamboo beds, and other items were quickly completed.

The Talking Finch was instructing the birds to form the most tight Intelligence Network, so that any movement or disturbance in the entire mountain range would be reported immediately.

The Thunder King Bird patrols the mountain, transforming into an iron guard.

Qin Ming waved his hand and said, "You all need to be normal." As Near-Immortal Being, he didn't need them running around for him; all he needed was a quiet place.

"Lord Mountain, you don't need to worry about us," the Talking Finch said, feeling it was necessary to make its stance clear.

When Wen Rui arrived, he found that he had no place to use his talents.

The white porcelain cups, as thin as paper, emitted a delicate aroma of tea that slowly permeated the air in front of the thatched hut. Accompanied by the sound of turning pages of a scripture, the place inexplicably became peaceful.

Even wild beasts passing by immediately lowered their heads, influenced by the peaceful Daoist aura, slowed their pace, and then retreated.

Compared to the bloodshed of the past, this kind of life is undoubtedly a very relaxed pace.

Qin Ming held the scripture scroll in his hand, reading it carefully. White dew rose from the teacup in front of him. He sorted out what he had learned, forgot the hustle and bustle of the world, and immersed himself in a tranquil atmosphere of enlightenment.

Sometimes he would recite a passage from a True Scripture and ponder it repeatedly.

He was studying all the dharmas, hoping to refine what he had learned in the first Sixth Realm to a flawless state, and finally break through and sublimate.

Qin Ming Pass By of time, sometimes sitting for days on end, and sometimes getting up to leap to the top of a peak and gaze at the vast, endless night.

The Talking Finch, the Red Squirrel, and the Thunder King Bird would occasionally come up to him to make tea and clean his room, while they spent the rest of their time practicing nearby.

They keenly observed that whenever the mountain master chanted scriptures or attained enlightenment, a gentle Daoist aura expanded, covering the entire Silver Pine Forest, accompanied by the emergence of mysterious characters, like a gentle stream or a warm spring breeze, trying to penetrate their minds. At these moments, they would achieve State of Mind state of clarity and feel as if they were about to attain profound enlightenment.

They restrained their joy, immersing themselves fully in the moment, afraid of missing Great Opportunity.

Wen Rui and Yu Gensheng also came and settled in a hut not far away, from which Huiyang benefited greatly.

Time Pass By, and autumn arrives in the blink of an eye. The entire Black White Mountain is ripe with hazelnuts, pine nuts, and other nuts, and various unknown berries exude a sweet fragrance.

As Earth Light, it illuminated the silvery pine forest in a magnificent light.

Autumn has arrived.

Qin Ming looked up at the mountains and fields, where the grass and trees were fading in color and yellow leaves were becoming more and more abundant. He stood up.

Someone was serving tea nearby.

Qin Ming smiled. Had the Red Squirrel suddenly turned gray overnight?

The rat in front of me doesn't have three heads and six arms, and it's actually quite handsome.

Qin Ming was not surprised. During this time, there were other unusual beings serving him, such as Talking Finch's offspring.

Inside Black White Mountain, everything was peaceful. If any creature came with hostility, it would be shredded by the aura emanating from Qin Ming from hundreds of feet away. "My lord!" The snow-white alien stopped pouring tea and immediately Performed a Grand Ceremony.

Qin Ming glanced at it and instantly knew its power.

This is the Red Squirrel's dao companion, a Weasel.

When Qin Ming saw it, he was reminded of the scene from the past.

When the snowstorm blanketed the mountains, a white Old Weasel once rode a donkey backwards, leisurely making its way into the mountains.

That white-haired Old Weasel was quite skilled. Back then, it was one of the leaders of the strange creatures in the mountains, located in the Fourth Realm. During the great battle for the treasure, it once carried Old Donkey all over the mountain when it went berserk.

When Qin Ming mentioned the "old wolf," the strange creature in front of him immediately revealed that it was its grandfather.

Qin Ming was speechless. This was an interspecies marriage between Red Squirrel.

He turned around and saw a donkey with a shiny coat approaching. It was an acquaintance, a descendant of the Old Donkey.

Back then, when heavy snow blocked the mountains, Qin Ming sneaked into the lairs of some dangerous alien creatures to "buy goods," picking various fruits and vegetables. He once had a chance encounter with a little donkey. They looked at each other, understood each other without saying a word, and after having their business done, they went their separate ways.

Now a robust donkey spirit, it said, "My lord, I now follow Sister Bai and Brother Red Squirrel."

Qin Ming nodded, feeling a pang of emotion. A new generation was replacing the old at Black White Mountain; the younger generation had grown up. He asked, "How is your grandfather?"

The white weasel replied, "My grandfather is doing well. He has been studying under the Beast God for many years and is now Master. He wanted to visit you, but was afraid of disturbing your peaceful cultivation."

The Beast God it refers to is naturally the Dog Sword Immortal.

Qin Ming nodded and met with several leaders of the alien species in Black White Mountain that day.

The moonlight filled the mountains, and the Moon Insect also advanced in rank. With the guidance of the Dog Sword Immortal, the old demons had all become Master of the Fifth Realm.

The outcasts in the Black White Mountain Forbidden Zone, belonging to Liu Mo and the Beast God's old subordinates, also came to pay their respects immediately upon hearing the news.

Qin Ming said, "Remember the word 'secrecy'; don't reveal my return to anyone for now."

The mountains returned to tranquility, occasionally punctuated by the sound of chanting. Nearby, Higher Aberrant would prostrate themselves in worship and follow them in their spiritual practice.

From afar, Talking Finch teased, "You rat, what race will your and Little Bai's descendants be? Songlang?"

The Red Squirrel said, "You fickle lecher, do you even know how many descendants you have?"

The Talking Finch said, "You don't understand. How could a swan know the Talking Finch's ambition? In the future, when I overcome the innate nature of my race, I will definitely marry a roc."

As they were conversing, a Golden Crow soared up from the silver bamboo forest, illuminating the night sky and creating a terrifying pressure that made many of the strange creatures in the mountains tremble. Fortunately, it disappeared into the Above the Nine Heavens in the blink of an eye.

The Red Squirrel nearly dropped its jaw in astonishment, exclaiming, "That's the Mountain Lord in disguise?"

Astral Wind swept across the sky, and Qin Ming, like the Scorching Sun, pierced through the Night Mist Sea. His form changed according to his will, and soon he transformed into a True Dragon, soaring through the Sky Curtain. Then, he transformed into a Kunpeng, from fish to bird, subtly conforming to the changes of Yin and Yang, and even corresponding to the Black and Black White Scripture, performing together to express profound meaning.

This is the state of enlightenment after mastering the One Principle and thoroughly Thorough Enlightenment the Dao, where all principles can be transformed.

There are many commonalities among different interpretations of scriptures.

Qin Ming is studying the "True Spirit Dao Scripture" to transform himself into one of the strongest anomalies.

He has already deduced the New Life Path to its limit, and while refining it in the final stages, he has also begun to study various methods of the Immortal Path and the Secret Sect Path.

"It's not that Jade Capital didn't teach me anything; such a large book is indeed substantial, but some parts are difficult to digest. You need to be able to endure loneliness in order to enjoy the prosperity."

He retrieved the nearly 1.5-foot-thick, all-encompassing book that the higher-ups at Jade Capital had given him, and has been studying it diligently ever since.

This book mainly discusses the methods of the Immortal Path and the Secret Sect Path, encompassing many True Scripture, and even containing the most powerful attack method of the Jade Capital — the Primordial Jade Clarity Light. Qin Ming has been researching it intermittently for many years, but he has never been able to uncover that forbidden and wonderful method.

This time, he calmed down and studied the scriptures of the Immortal Path and the Secret Sect Path, so that the three paths could be integrated and advanced in unison, and he did not want to fall behind the New Life Path.

Qin Ming knew that his system was special; he had been constantly integrating the techniques of the New Life Path, including the Immortal Path and the Secret Sect Path. Otherwise, how could his combat power be so strong, surpassing that of other cultivators at the same level? "Roar!"

In the next instant, Qin Ming transformed into a White Tiger as tall as a mountain, surrounded by golden essence, a force of slaughter, tearing apart the dark sky above the Night Mist Sea, unleashing unparalleled power.

"Now, like Sister Meng, I also possess the body of White Tiger."

His form kept changing, and soon he transformed into an immortal Heavenly Phoenix, carrying a raging Nirvana Flame, burning the dark, boundless land Outer Domain the realm.

Qin Ming was delighted and said, "We have gained another powerful attack method."

Years ago, when he first saw others use the "True Spirit Dao Scripture," he was deeply moved. Now that he has thoroughly understood it, he has finally fulfilled a long-cherished wish.

"Qi Daozhen and Xie Jinglan obeyed my request and threw themselves into the Night Ruins. I wonder what became of them, whether they are still alive?"

In the past, the Old Factions Above the Nine Heavens once wreaked havoc on the Mortal World.

The two people Qin Ming mentioned, one mastered the True Spirit Dao Scripture and the other mastered an incomplete version of the Inner Scenery Sky-Opening Axe. They once chased him into the Night Ruins and even tried to enslave him with Immortal Pact, but ended up becoming his servants instead.

Qin Ming stepped into the void, his steps like Golden Lotus, truly Shrinking Space to an Inch, as if he had instantly teleported back to Black White Mountain. He landed in front of the thatched hut and began to study the scriptures again.

This time, he remained motionless for nearly two months, studying the methods of the Secret Sect Path. He became one with the mountains and all things in nature; the withering of grass and trees and the running of wild beasts seemed to be a continuation of his thoughts and feelings.

He was the mountains and rivers, and then transformed into grass and trees, and all sorts of strange creatures, omnipresent, becoming all things. The Light of the Mind was also far-reaching, enveloping the entire mountain range, approaching Red Haze City, and spreading to the Giant City even further away.

"What a wonderful place! The place where Old Liu Nirvana has left behind a wealth of spiritual essence, making it the perfect place for those who follow the Secret Sect Path to settle down and cultivate."

After recovering, Qin Ming felt more Essence, Qi, and Spirit and revitalized, and he was ready to make further progress.

Liu Tianshen once fished in the most terrifying Abyss, plundered the Wu Ai Dojo, and even collected Supreme Experts Daoist essence of the fallen supreme beings, transporting it all to his secluded cultivation place.

Even though he vanished into thin air, the essence he left behind remains extraordinary.

Originally, Qin Ming would have traveled to various places to absorb the essence of different mountains and rivers and different dangerous places, but now he has saved a lot of trouble and there is no need to waste time.

As the snow fell heavily, Qin Ming, while comprehending the Dao, did not forget to appreciate the scenery. He changed his residence and stayed for a while in a valley with a large area of Blood Bamboo Forest.

The bamboo, as translucent as red coral, is covered with white snow, creating a beautiful contrast of red and white, a truly refreshing sight.

"The ' Calamity Avoidance Immortal Scripture ' is quite good; it directly leads to a realm where all laws cannot penetrate it."

Amidst the freezing snow, Qin Ming ate a steaming hot pot in a thatched hut, flipping through a famous ancient True Scripture on the Immortal Path immortality, nodding frequently.

He didn't know where Jade Capital had stolen this technique from, and it wasn't very compatible with the rest of the system, but to him, it was wonderful.

"The Jade Capital Thief lives up to his name. Although the various interpretations of the scriptures are quite fragmented, there are many good things to learn!" Qin Ming was very satisfied. As the snow fell heavily, in the thatched hut, Qin Ming cooked mutton hotpot while explaining the True Scripture to Wen Rui, Yu Gensheng, Talking Finch, and others, sharing his insights and experiences.

The atmosphere inside was lively; they discussed scriptures and doctrines amidst the rich aroma of wine, and each gained a great deal.

Qin Ming said, "If we calculate the time, it's almost the 'Nine-Five Period' that Old Liu mentioned years ago. Could it be that an old monster of the Eighth Realm is really coming to attack?"

Yu Gensheng said, "It shouldn't be that bad. Senior Liu also considered this low-probability event and has already spread the word in the relevant circles that he has already emerged from seclusion."

In fact, Liu Mo had thought it over carefully and believed that he had killed almost all the enemies, unless a few of them came back to life, but that was unlikely.

Qin Ming said, "To be on the safe side, let's leave Black White Mountain for a while. We can go into seclusion anywhere."

He was very strong, but if a powerful monster from the Eighth Realm attacked, he still couldn't withstand it.

Of course, his ability to withstand risks has increased dramatically, and he is confident that his means of survival far exceed those of the past.

After being personally instructed by Yin Jiuxu, he could transform into Yin and Yang righteous energy in an instant, completely dissipating between heaven and earth.

Its Pure Yang Consciousness can even travel to the Abyss Hell Spirit Travel an instant, leaving no trace.

As long as Exotic Gold Cloth doesn't betray him or inexplicably close the gate, the External Demons he scattered outside, responsible for attracting human calamities, won't suddenly die.

Of course, if he wants to gain more security, he should hone his foundation to perfection before breaking through to immortality; that would be the most reliable approach. "Being more cautious is better."