The white-robed old man's lecture was profoundly mysterious, like a Daoist scripture. It involved countless terms of immortal cultivation. Take the single word "Dao"—in the old man's mouth, it had over a hundred explanations, and each interpretation could lead the listener down a different path of cultivation. If one failed to grasp the crucial point, one would stray into crooked side paths and be fated to miss the Immortal Dao.
The great Dao shared the same origin; flowers bloomed into three thousand varieties. That was the principle.
The same flower could bear entirely different fruits.
This was completely different from the immortal cultivation Chen Luo had imagined at first. It was like knowledge from an entirely separate system. There was no way he could begin Qi Refining after hearing it once, because he did not even understand what "qi" was, much less whether the "qi" he understood counted as true qi.
Chen Luo sat in the back row. As he listened to the old man's teachings, every External Brain in his mind became active, and one strange, brilliant idea after another burst forth.
'The Dao is the beginning of Wu Wei.'
'It is nature itself!'
'It should be the most noble meaning between Heaven and Earth; ascend to the throne of the Nine-Five, and magnificent qi will naturally take shape.'
'Living Beings are the Dao. Those who cultivate the Dao should save all beings.'
Chen Luo silently regarded the different understandings of each brain, and his comprehension grew ever deeper.
"That will be all for today."
The old man teaching at the front had finally finished.
He slowly rose to his feet and swept his gaze over everyone present. A trace of disappointment involuntarily surfaced in his eyes.
"Eh?"
Upon seeing Chen Luo, the old man's eyes lit up at