The Six-Eared Macaque felt as if he had been stripped naked, exposed to the endless Sea of Stars. Even his very soul trembled under that gaze. All his thoughts, his past, and even the deepest resentment he harbored about "the Law is not transmitted to the ears" were laid bare.
A response finally came from the void, which was filled with purple energy.
The voice remained calm, yet it carried an unalterable will of law, clearly imprinted deep within the Six-Eared Macaque's soul:
"Foolish child."
Just two words struck the Six-Eared Macaque like a thunderbolt, and immense despair instantly overwhelmed it.
"I have seen your sincerity."
A glimmer of hope had just appeared when the next words plunged it into an abyss of despair.
"However, those who are not sincere in their pursuit of my teachings are not worthy of my tutelage."
"The way of the Great Dao always follows the Heavenly Mandate and inherits the Luck."
Luck is the collective karma of heaven, earth, and all living beings, a torrent of Karma and effect, destiny.
Those who receive abundant support are like boats sailing with the wind; those who bear meager burdens are like mountains carried against the current.
Your origins are unique, entangled in Karma, and burdened by the shackles of the Heavenly Dao that 'the Law is not transmitted to the ears.' This is the predetermined fate of Heavenly Dao, a manifestation of your own destiny.
"Your own Luck is insufficient to bear the true essence of my Great Dao, insufficient to support your entry into my sect."
The voice, like a cold carving knife, dissects the cruel reality.
"Forcing things is not a blessing, but a curse. If I were to agree today, I would not be helping you, but harming you."
Your foundation Luck cannot withstand the backlash and Karma vortex that would result from joining my sect.
In an instant, a cataclysmic disaster befell him, annihilating his body and soul, leaving him with no hope of redemption.
The Six-Eared Macaque trembled violently, the light in its eyes completely extinguished, leaving only ashen despair and a numbness of utter condemnation.
It understood. It wasn't that the Dao Venerable despised its lowliness, but rather that it... simply didn't have that "fate"! It didn't possess the "Luck" to bear the supreme Karma! This was a more fundamental rejection than shallow roots or insufficient understanding.
Shackled by the laws of Heavenly Dao, its Luck meager... Is this the fate of the Six-Eared Macaque Beast?
"The <Qing Yuan Immortal Method> has been transmitted Primordial Wilderness. This technique points directly to the Great Luo and encompasses all things."
The Great Dao contained within it has been fully manifested in all things in heaven and earth, and in the interactions of the five elements.
You were born with Six-Eared Macaque, a keen ear for sound and reason. If you can calmly contemplate the sounds of heaven and earth and understand the principles governing the workings of all things, you may well find a path that suits you and carve out a way out of the thorns.
"The time is not yet ripe; forcing it will be futile. Go, leave Yingzhou Island. Your path to life lies in the Primordial Wilderness, on the path beneath your feet, in the way within your heart, not within the walls of my gate."
As soon as he finished speaking, the gathered purple aura vanished silently once more, as if it had never existed. The last trace of the Dao Venerable's aura also completely left the hall.
"Heh... heh heh..."
The Six-Eared Macaque emitted a hissing sound like a broken bellows from its throat, its body completely limp on the cold, hard, patterned floor.
The bloodstains on his forehead had long since dried and turned black.
Golden eyes stared blankly at the already dimmed starry sky above the dome, without any focus.
Hope was utterly shattered.
What is more painful than never having seen the light is to have seen that supreme and magnificent light and path with your own eyes, within reach, yet be coldly told – you are not qualified to step into it.
"Luck... Luck..."
It murmured to itself, its voice hoarse. An unprecedented sense of immense loss and a feeling of powerlessness from the depths of its soul overwhelmed it like a cold tide.
The Dao Venerable's words were like a key, unlocking the door to its understanding and allowing it to see for the first time with unparalleled clarity the invisible shackles binding it, called "thin Luck."
It finally understood why, despite listening to the ages, it had never grasped the true Dharma.
Why did the Dao Ancestor's words completely seal off its possibility of advancement? It wasn't that it wasn't hardworking or persistent enough, but rather that it was born... "unlucky"! The despair brought about by this realization penetrated to its very bones.
For a long, long time.
In its empty eyes, a glimmer of light finally slowly gathered—a faint, yet stubbornly persistent, flickering light, a testament to the arrogance and resentment of a Primordial Exotic Species.
Struggling, he used his trembling limbs to support his battered and bruised body, which seemed to have been drained of all its strength. He no longer looked at the empty space in the center of the hall.
Turning around, he staggered step by step toward the distorted light curtain entrance leading to Yingzhou Island. His back was thin and hunched, carrying a sense of loneliness and desolation as if abandoned by the whole world, yet with each stumble, he gritted his teeth and maintained his last shred of dignity.
After its figure finally disappeared, this magnificent hall, which carried the supreme Daoist principles, witnessed the shock and loss of all living beings, and ultimately rejected the last humble seeker of the Dao, finally ushered in complete and absolute silence.
All the strange phenomena subsided completely, leaving only the cold, hard ground and walls, flowing with remnants of runes, telling tales of past glory.
The gate slowly closed, isolating this place from the world.
The figure of the Six-Eared Macaque disappeared into the vast, Chaos Qi Yingzhou Island.
Qing Huan's figure materialized from the ethereal, and he sat atop a slowly rotating Merit Golden Lotus.
His face was expressionless, devoid of joy or sorrow; his eyes were as deep and unfathomable as a singularity giving birth to galaxies.
The ripples caused by that brief scrutiny of the Six-Eared Macaque have completely subsided, returning to the absolute state of "Abyss".
Billions of colorful, varied, and intense beams of light are rising from every corner of that magnificent hall!
That is the Luck emanating from countless Primordial Wilderness beings when they heard the Great Dao, their minds were stirred, they felt something, and some even developed a strong obsession with becoming disciples. It was the resonance between their purest spiritual intentions and the origin of their lives.
These Luck are no longer illusory concepts, but rather materialized energy that Qing Huan forcibly gathered, manifested, and harvested through Great Dao profound Law Divine Chains and the starry river of Daoist rhyme arranged within the hall, using supreme means and taking advantage of the opportunity of the Great Dao's lecture!
They surged forth like billions of roaring rivers from the dome, walls, and floor of the palace:
It possesses a powerful Innate Deities Luck, its color as deep as dark gold, and its form resembles a roaring ancient beast, exuding primal power and ferocity.
It possesses the auspicious aura of mythical beasts and birds, transforming into colorful rays of light and the forms of phoenixes and auspicious unicorns, peaceful and pure.
The vitality of the Plant Spirits, imbued with the spirits of plants, coalesces into emerald vines and exotic flowers and herbs, brimming with spirituality.
It possessed the malevolent aura and bloodlust of strange beasts and ferocious birds, its form grotesque like a vengeful ghost or yaksha, carrying chaos and slaughter.
Furthermore, there are countless acquired thoughts and desires, like murky, chaotic smoke, mixed with obsession, greed, fanaticism, gratitude, jealousy... countless fragments of emotions rise and fall and roar within it!
Billions of strands of Luck, representing the different destinies, origins, Karma and effects, and thoughts of all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness world, were forcibly drawn together at this moment!