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It was deep into the night again.

Ye Ping sat alone on the Back Cliff.

A sheet of rice paper lay before him.

Gazing at the stars that filled the sky, Ye Ping was still racking his brains over "Qi Induction into Body."

At this moment, Ye Ping deeply realized just how terrible his aptitude was.

He could not even manage the simplest Qi Induction into Body. What immortal cultivation was there to speak of?

In truth, this was not entirely Ye Ping's fault. It was mainly because he had read too many webnovels. In practically every cultivation novel, even a good-for-nothing protagonist could casually achieve Qi Induction into Body.

The heavens were black as ink.

As he gazed into the night, a poem suddenly surfaced in Ye Ping's mind.

The rustling leaves fell like rain; the moonlight gleamed white as frost.

Deep in the night, I lay alone; who would brush the dust from my bed?

It was a poem by Bai Juyi, perfectly suited to the scene.

With that thought, Ye Ping picked up the brush beside him and began painting upon the spotless rice paper.

This time, he did not paint a person.

He painted only scenery.

Ye Ping set brush to paper, his strokes dancing like dragons and soaring phoenixes as he poured the frustration in his heart into the painting.

A nocturnal scene emerged upon the paper, unfathomably deep and carrying an indescribable feeling of oppression.

This was Painting Soul.

Ye Ping had already reached the realm of Painting Soul, concealing everything within his heart inside this painting.

If someone were to view this painting, they too would be filled with brooding melancholy.

The works of great masters of painting often condensed their essence, qi, and spirit.

When they were joyful, they would splash ink into a painting that brought delight to all who saw it.

When their hearts were troubled, their brushes would race like dragons and snakes, yet paint all the bitterness within.

Ye Ping continued painting. He made the night incomparably deep, as though there was no hope to be seen, pouring every last bit of his frustration into the painting.

Thinking back on these past days, he had pondered day after day just to achieve Qi Induction into Body. Not only had he wasted time, but after nearly a month of study, he had not found the slightest clue. How could his heart not become knotted with gloom?

Just as Ye Ping vented all his emotions into the scroll—

All of a sudden—

A gentle breeze slowly drifted over.

The breeze brushed across his face, and the frustration and anxiety in Ye Ping's heart suddenly calmed at that moment.

In an instant, Ye Ping stopped painting and raised his head to look upon the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers.

Heaven and earth were utterly silent.

All sounds had fallen still.

Man followed earth, earth followed heaven, heaven followed the Dao, and the Dao followed nature.

For some reason, these words suddenly appeared in Ye Ping's mind.

Yet at that very moment, Ye Ping abruptly froze.

He stood rooted to the spot.

After a long while, a smile appeared on Ye Ping's tranquil face.

"Senior Brother, I understand."

Ye Ping had comprehended it.

He truly had comprehended it.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The heavens had originally been calm, but at this moment, dark clouds gathered and formed a terrifying vortex.

Within the vortex, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Terrifying bolts of lightning tore across the thousand-mile sky like flood dragons.

On Qingyun Back Cliff.

A wild wind rose.

The rice paper before Ye Ping fluttered and snapped violently. If it had not been weighed down by the inkstone, it would have long since blown away.

All the withered leaves were swept into the air, making it seem as though the end of the world had arrived.

In the distance, Xu Luochen stood inside his room. Hearing the howling wind, his brows could not help but furrow.

His expression grew increasingly ugly.

"This is bad."

Xu Luochen muttered to himself, then looked into the distance.

"I forgot to bring in Eldest Senior Brother's clothes."

He appeared distracted and nervous. After all, Su Changyu's most precious robe was still hanging outside. If it got swept away, Eldest Senior Brother probably would not forgive him.

On Qingyun Back Cliff.

Ye Ping had completely grasped the mystery of "Qi Induction into Body."

Man followed earth, earth followed heaven, heaven followed the Dao, and the Dao followed nature.

He had been far too impatient, always wanting the spiritual qi of heaven and earth to enter his body. But upon careful thought, it would be better to open his heart and mind, let go of everything, and allow the spiritual qi of heaven and earth to enter his body on its own.

It conformed to the way of heaven and earth, to the way of nature.

Ye Ping attained enlightenment. Induction was not guidance, but an exchange. One should regard the spiritual qi between heaven and earth as spiritual beings. Those willing to enter one's body would enter of their own accord; those unwilling need not be forced.

Everything depended on their own wishes.

It was precisely because of this that Ye Ping opened his body and mind. He no longer forcibly guided spiritual qi into himself, but let go of everything and allowed the spiritual qi of heaven and earth to choose for itself.

In an instant, with Ye Ping at the center, the spiritual qi within several hundred miles surged toward him like mad.

Above the heavens, a spiritual qi vortex gathered. Yet only cultivators who had practiced the Qi Gazing Technique could see such a sight.

A storm of spiritual qi gathered around Ye Ping, sweeping up an oceanic quantity of qi like a tornado.

This spiritual qi surged into Ye Ping's body like a vast ocean.

In an instant, rolling spiritual qi entered his body. Ye Ping did not waste a single word and directly opened his immortal treasure Acupoints.

Pop!

It was as though a layer of membrane had ruptured.

Within his mind, a star map formed from thirty-six stars shone brilliantly, transforming into the phantom of a true dragon.

This true dragon was boundlessly immense. Even the universe seemed somewhat insignificant before it.

With a single inhale and exhale, it could destroy heaven and earth. When its eyes opened, it became day; when they closed, it became night. It controlled time and space, and its gaze was incomparably terrifying. A mere glance would drive one into madness.

Buzz!

But at that very moment, the phantom of a Primordial Godfiend appeared. This phantom towered within Ye Ping's mind, its aura no weaker than Candle Dragon's.

Roar!

A dragon's roar exploded forth.

At that moment, Ye Ping felt something indescribable, as though his soul were about to burst apart.

Yet as the Primordial Godfiend's voice rang out, that sensation immediately vanished without a trace.

At the same time, the dragon shadow disappeared, and the Primordial Godfiend phantom also vanished. The outside world likewise grew quiet, and everything returned to normal.

Candle Dragon Immortal Acupoint

After the dragon shadow and the Primordial Godfiend phantom disappeared, an ocean of information appeared in Ye Ping's mind.

Every person's body contained immortal treasure Acupoints.

Yet every person's immortal acupoints were different.

From the information that appeared in his mind, Ye Ping understood that his immortal acupoint was called the Candle Dragon Immortal Acupoint.

As he continuously opened immortal acupoints, he would gradually obtain inheritances.

"Candle Dragon? Zhu Jiuyin?"

After understanding what sort of immortal acupoint he possessed, Ye Ping could not help but feel shocked and deeply puzzled.

He did not know whether Candle Dragon was the Zhu Jiuyin he knew of.

If it truly was Zhu Jiuyin, then it would be terrifying.

Zhu Jiuyin was the most terrifying divine beast in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Even orthodox ancient Daoist records stated that Zhu Jiuyin was the creator of everything in the world.

It controlled time and space, could return to the past and travel to the future. It knew everything and understood everything. When it opened its eyes, it became day; when it closed them, it became night. It was omnipotent, formless, and boundless.

"Whether it is Zhu Jiuyin or not no longer matters. Now that I have opened my immortal acupoints, I can begin cultivating the Primordial God-Demon Art."

After thinking it over, Ye Ping did not continue dwelling on the matter.

Whether Candle Dragon was Zhu Jiuyin no longer mattered. Naturally, it would be better if it was, but if not, there was no need to be disappointed.

What he needed to do now was cultivate the Primordial God-Demon Body Refining Art.

But before doing that—

Ye Ping glanced at the night sky, then added a few stars to the rice paper before him.

It was only a simple addition, yet the painting's artistic conception instantly changed.

The endless darkness and oppressive gloom in the painting, with those scattered stars, suddenly gave one the feeling of parting the clouds and seeing clear blue skies.

Ye Ping had attained enlightenment, and the knot in his heart had vanished. Naturally, the painting became filled with artistic conception as well.