The Profound Laws Are Beyond Words

# Chapter 4: The Marvel of Fate's Connection

Ye Qin wanted to sit in meditation, but the curled tail reminded him that he had now become a different kind of being—without even legs, how could he speak of sitting meditation?

He simply chose the most comfortable posture for himself.

A snake, after all, naturally preferred to coil up. Little Black Snake was slender and long, and when curled together, it looked like a large mosquito coil.

Now he had the posture for cultivation, but the key was how to begin. Ye Qin still hadn't found any clue.

On this path of cultivation, he had no techniques or formulas. Everything could only be explored on his own. He pondered for a long time, but nothing happened.

He didn't know how long had passed. Ye Qin felt his mind was still completely empty, and couldn't help growing a bit restless. His snake tail swung up and down, tapping against the ground.

"What exactly is wrong?"

"Maybe I'm still overlooking something."

"Or perhaps cultivation is nothing but a fantasy. As a human, I couldn't succeed—how could I now that I've become a snake?"

At times like this, Ye Qin told himself even more to stay calm.

His gaze fell on the ancient book.

"Heaven and earth are the thieves of all things; all things are the thieves of humanity; humanity is the thief of all things."

"When the three thieves are in harmony, the three powers are at peace."

The first few sentences surfaced in his mind. Ye Qin slowly recited them aloud, as if trying to chew them up and swallow them down.

These words seemed to possess some kind of magic. His originally restless heart gradually settled.

His deep snake pupils became utterly calm, like the surface of a still lake that could no longer stir any ripples.

One snake, one bone, one book.

It looked so harmonious and natural. Among the three, something invisible connected them together, freezing them into an eternal scene.

If anyone had entered this cave, they would have witnessed an extremely strange sight.

A small black snake coiled atop the ancient tome, as if in the legendary state of "entering stillness."

Ye Qin's feeling at this moment could only be described as profound and mysterious, impossible to put into words. His consciousness seemed to have arrived in another void world.

Between heaven and earth, he was the only living being. Everything around him was plunged into chaos, as if he had arrived at the dawn of creation.

Wherever his eyes could see, there was only gray mist. This substance came from nowhere and went nowhere.

Ye Qin was immersed within it, feeling not the slightest discomfort. Instead, it was like returning to the womb, experiencing unprecedented warmth and safety.

It was like soaking in a hot spring, every pore on his body opening wide.

Curiously, he touched them, and the gray mists all scattered away.

When Ye Qin wasn't paying attention, they quietly gathered again, as if they possessed their own life and thoughts.

Ye Qin observed them, wondering what substance these gray mists actually were, but after staring for a long time, he had no clue.

But one thing was certain—these gray mists probably wouldn't harm him, so he simply let them be.

In reality, the slender black snake body remained as it was, coiled in place, not moving at all.

But if one looked closely, the still-bleeding wound was slowly scabbing over. Though it wasn't obvious and impossible to discern with the naked eye, the bleeding had indeed stopped.

The white bone stood silent, watching everything before it. Its dark, hollow eye sockets seemed to carry a trace of vitality.

He didn't know how long had passed when Ye Qin slowly opened his eyes. Nothing around him had changed—still the pitch-black cave, still no specks of light.

As if everything just now had been an illusion.

Ye Qin's mind was still somewhat dazed, immersed in that world from before, not yet recovered.

That feeling was profound beyond words, leaving an endless aftertaste.

He discovered with surprise that the pain in his body had lessened considerably. He instinctively raised the tip of his tail—the wound had stopped bleeding.

"It seems I really can pioneer a path of cultivation."

Ye Qin couldn't help sinking into contemplation.

In his past life, because he had read many novels, he'd been interested in Buddhist and Taoist thought for a time. So when it came to cultivation methods, he could name a few.

Though they were all baseless nonsense, the names he could recall were no more than: Golden Core Method, Qi Refining Method, Body Refining Method, and the like.

There were many fabricated cultivation methods, but most were designed for humans. He was now a snake, so many methods were unworkable.

The Golden Core Method—he didn't even understand the snake's body structure, couldn't find the Dantian, and forging a golden core would take who knows how many years. So this method could be ruled out.

The Body Refining Method wouldn't work either. Many novels wrote that it required precious plants or nourishing medicinal herbs for tempering the body.

Not to mention that his body hadn't even recovered yet, with old injuries still present. If he acted rashly, it might bring huge hidden dangers to his body.

And the key issue was that he couldn't obtain the materials and tools needed for body refinement.

In the end, Ye Qin could only set his sights on Qi Refining.

This was feasible, but he apparently hadn't sensed any Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth, let alone drawing qi into his body.

Of course, it was also possible that his cultivation foundation was still too shallow.

This method feels quite difficult to put into practice—there's no clear approach at all, so it'll have to be set aside for now.

"This won't work, that won't work either."

To sum it up, out of all these techniques, not a single one suits him.

Even if it's about creating something new, there still needs to be some kind of starting point.

Ye Qin couldn't help but let out a sigh, when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck his mind, as if he'd thought of something, and his tail wagged excitedly.

"Maybe I can try contemplation."

Contemplation—one can contemplate oneself, or the heavens and earth; all things can be contemplated.

Contemplation is a mysterious thing, somewhat like meditation, shifting with one's consciousness and intent. The moment a thought stirs, a corresponding scene appears—this is the mind moving with intent.

If, during cultivation, one harbors some thought or subconscious impulse, it forms a unique magnetic field, and from these scenes, one can comprehend the path of cultivation.

This method doesn't carry the dangers of body refinement, nor does it have the high thresholds of qi cultivation or the Golden Core Method, which require specific conditions.

Even in the real world, Daoism has the Twelve-Story Pagoda Contemplation, the Tai Chi Diagram Contemplation, the Seven-Story Pagoda Contemplation, and so on. Of course, these contemplations are only used for meditation and sitting in stillness, carrying no real meaning of 'cultivation.'

But these things are too obscure; Ye Qin never studied them carefully before, and he doesn't understand their techniques or principles, so they don't suit his current situation.

Thus, Ye Qin decides to start with the simplest and most basic: contemplating himself.

But this brings another problem.

A snake's eyes are on the sides of its head, and the adjustable overlap in its field of vision is extremely limited. There's no fovea behind the eyeballs, so it's very difficult for Ye Qin to see his complete self.

Unless he uses a mirror or something reflective like a puddle, but looking around, this dim cave has none of that.

"Forget it, I'll just contemplate the natural world. The sun and moon are the most common—choosing them as reference points should be fine."

(End of this chapter)