Faced with this earth-shattering question, Li Qingxu showed no sign of panic or confusion.
"Fellow Daoist Duobao's question is truly profound."
"Dao..."
He repeated the word softly. His gaze seemed to pierce the clouds over Kirin Cliff and reach toward the boundless heavens, yet also turn inward, sinking into the deepest recesses of his Spirit Platform.
"The Dao has no name. We give it the name 'Dao' only because we must."
Li Qingxu's voice was not loud, but it carried a peculiar rhythm that seemed to echo faintly with the pulse of the world.
"The Dao is in ants, in weeds, in tiles and bricks, in excrement and urine." His words were startling: he had placed the supreme Dao alongside things so humble, even filthy.
As everyone looked on in shock and bewilderment, he continued slowly, his voice flowing like a clear spring:
"The Dao gives birth to One; One gives birth to Two; Two gives birth to Three; Three gives birth to all things. This is the Dao manifesting."
"The Dao that can be spoken of is not the eternal, unchanging Dao itself."
"Humanity follows the Earth; the Earth follows Heaven; Heaven follows the Dao; the Dao follows what is natural. This is the Dao's order and its destination."
Li Qingxu was explaining a way of understanding, a realization. He, too, had entered a state both profound and mysterious.
"The Dao, formless, gives birth to Heaven and Earth; the Dao, dispassionate, sets the sun and moon in motion; the Dao, nameless, nurtures all things. I do not know its name, so I call it the Dao."
Every word Li Qingxu spoke was a pearl of wisdom. Clear light swirled around him, and Daoist resonance arose naturally. The Reverse Fate Wheel appeared above his head of its own accord. His