Discussing the Dao with Kunpeng, Heading to the Primordial World

Time flows like water, and in the blink of an eye, several thousand years had passed.

Deep within the Northern Abyss.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth, once thrown into chaos by the Lightning Tribulation and the great battle, had long since calmed. The sea was still, with no waves stirring, only the eternal chill pervading the air.

On this day, a shadowy figure parted the clouds and mist, heading straight for Guiyuan's secluded cultivation site. It was none other than Kunpeng.

Unlike his visit several thousand years ago, which had been driven by a desire for contention and scheming, this time—

Kunpeng's demeanor was far more composed. He even deliberately restrained the sinister, icy aura that surrounded him.

He manifested his form before Guiyuan, cupped his hands, and said, "Daoist Guiyuan, it has been a while. I trust you are well."

Guiyuan opened his eyes from his meditative state. Seeing it was Kunpeng, he gave a slight nod. "Daoist Kunpeng, please, have a seat."

Within his true spirit floated numerous divine ability talismans. These were his method, inspired by the Eternal Life Great World, of imprinting the divine abilities he had deduced into talismanic forms.

From now on, with but a single thought, he could activate them—unlike in previous battles, where he had to stack the insights of the Three Thousand Great Daos together in an instant to form a technique.

Though, for beings at their current realm, the speed difference involved was perhaps only a hundred-millionth of an instant.

Yet sometimes, in the heat of combat, it was precisely this sliver of a gap that mattered.

It could decide life and death.

The two sat facing each other in the void. Without much small talk, they directly entered into a session of Dao discussion.

Kunpeng spoke first, expounding his understanding of the Wind and Water Daos. His voice was low, stirring the surrounding moisture into motion, with a gentle breeze following in its wake—the rhythm of the Dao manifesting on its own.

After all, he had cultivated for eons, his accumulation deep. Every word he spoke stemmed from his fundamental insights, and there was no small measure of brilliance in them.

Guiyuan listened quietly. When Kunpeng finished, he paused briefly in thought before speaking.

"The Wind and Water Daos are indeed your foundation, Daoist friend."

"Yet the great Daos of heaven and earth all lead to the same destination. Earth, Wind, Water, Fire—these are the Four Innate Phenomena, within which Yin and Yang are also divided. Wind and Fire are the Yang of the Four Phenomena—restless, rising; Water and Earth are the Yin—still, bearing."

He looked at Kunpeng, his gaze seeming to pierce through to his very origin. "You were born with mastery over Wind and Water. One is Yang in motion, the other Yin in stillness. This already secretly aligns with the wondrous interplay of Yin and Yang."

"Why not take this as an opportunity, and enter Yin and Yang through Wind and Water? Use the two energies of Yin and Yang to lay the foundation for your Daluo Dao base. When that time comes, Yin and Yang will encompass all things, ceaselessly generating life. The scope of such a foundation is far broader than clinging stubbornly to the Wind and Water Daos alone."

These words struck Kunpeng's sea of consciousness like a thunderclap!

"Enter... Yin and Yang through Wind and Water?"

He murmured to himself, the Dao rhythm of Wind and Water around him surging uncontrollably.

Countless eons of cultivation memories flashed before his eyes. Those bottlenecks and insights that had once seemed obscure and unrelated were now, as if strung together by an invisible thread, connecting.

Yin and Yang! Yes—the boundlessness of Wind, the suppleness of Water—were these not manifestations of Yin and Yang? If he could leap beyond the form of Wind and Water and directly grasp the principle of Yin and Yang, using Yin and Yang as his foundation to then derive the myriad methods...

"Boom!"

It was as if a solid barrier had been shattered in an instant. Kunpeng's aura erupted violently. The energies of Wind and Water were no longer distinct; they began to merge, to rotate, transforming into two hazy streams of energy—one black, one white.

Though only a rough prototype, it already radiated an aura far more profound and primordial than before!

He froze in place, Dao patterns flickering in his pupils, utterly plunged into enlightenment.

None knew how long passed before the erupting aura slowly subsided.

Kunpeng snapped back to reality, his eyes filled with shock and ecstasy. He took a deep breath, straightened his robes, and then, with utmost solemnity, bowed deeply to Guiyuan:

"A single discourse from you has saved me ten thousand eons of effort! Daoist Guiyuan... no, Brother Gui! This grace—Kunpeng will remember it!"

His heart surged with emotion, too stirred for words.

The Taiyi bottleneck that had plagued him for countless years—today, he had finally glimpsed the path ahead, clarified his direction toward Daluo!

This guidance was heavier than the Northern Abyss itself!

In his excitement, Kunpeng's gaze toward Guiyuan was filled with an incredulous wonder.

Such a lofty and penetrating Daoist insight—and it had come so casually from the mouth of this former "old turtle"?

Just how deep was his understanding of the Great Dao?

He couldn't help but ask, "Brother Gui's insights are transcendent, truly admirable. But... with your ability, Brother Gui, why have you never attempted to condense a Daluo Dao Fruit?"

At this, Guiyuan's face showed a hint of helplessness. He spread his hands. "Too many insights, all jumbled and mixed. For a time, I didn't know where to start or what to use as a foundation."

He wasn't speaking idly. He had mastered the Three Thousand Great Daos of the Eternal Life Great World, and though the Daos of the two worlds were vastly different—

His own Origin Foundation was not weak to begin with. He only needed a spark to sense the similar Dao laws of the Primordial World.

Why was it that Innate Sacreds often comprehended only the Daos aligned with their own Origin Foundation? Because for those that didn't match, they couldn't even sense a single thread.

Simply put, it was a case of "different trades, different worlds"—like a chicken talking to a duck.

But Guiyuan was different. Though his Origin Foundation was primarily aligned with the Dao of Defense, his mind had gleaned insights into all Three Thousand Great Daos. The only question was one of difficulty.

Compared to other Innate Sacreds, his options were far too numerous.

That was why he said he had sensed too much and had yet to fully comprehend it.

"..."

Kunpeng was stunned on the spot. He opened his mouth, but for a long while, no words came out.

Too many insights, and he didn't know where to start?

This... what kind of excuse was this!

Every living being in the Primordial World suffered from a lack of insights and the difficulty of grasping the Great Dao.

But when it came to him, it was actually because he understood too much that he couldn't choose?

The corner of Kunpeng's mouth twitched slightly. Having lived through countless eons, this was truly the first time he had heard such a claim!

Guiyuan, however, seemed unwilling to dwell further on his own path and instead shifted the topic, saying, "I intend to leave the Northern Abyss and head for the Northern Continent of the Primordial World."

Kunpeng collected his thoughts and asked in confusion, "The Northern Continent? Ever since the great calamity of the Ferocious Beasts, it's been filled with Sha Qi, its spirit veins shattered—a famously barren and desolate land in the Primordial World.

The Sha Qi there is far denser than in our North Sea, after all, the final battle took place on that continent. What business does Brother Gui have there?"

Guiyuan's tone was calm: "To cleanse the Sha Qi and earn some merit. And while I'm at it, I'll see if I can repair the northern spirit veins shattered in the great war, even the Ancestral Vein."

Kunpeng's heart shook once more.

Cleansing the Sha Qi of the north? Repairing the Ancestral Vein?

If that could truly be accomplished, the merit and fortune gained would be immeasurable!

He was immediately tempted—if he could take part in it—but then he remembered he had only just touched the threshold of Daluo.

This was a critical moment requiring seclusion to settle and seek a breakthrough; he simply couldn't spare himself.

A trace of regret flickered across his face. Kunpeng said solemnly, "Brother Gui's heart embraces heaven and earth—Kunpeng admires it! But alas, my Daluo insights are imminent, and I must go into secluded cultivation, unable to accompany Brother Gui.

Once I break through to Daluo, I will surely emerge from seclusion and seek out Brother Gui at the earliest opportunity!"

Guiyuan waved his hand dismissively. "No matter. When you and I are away, just keep an eye on the Northern Abyss."

With that, he lingered no longer.

He took a light step forward.

Activating the Great Spacetime Technique.

Hum!

The Spacetime Law rippled silently around him, the flow of Dao resonance causing countless times and spaces to seem to arise and perish beneath his feet.

The next moment, his entire form transformed into a faint, almost imperceptible streak of light, stepping directly into the layered depths of the void and vanishing without a trace.

His speed had surpassed the limit of what Kunpeng's divine sense could track!

Kunpeng's pupils contracted sharply as he stared fixedly at the space where Guiyuan had disappeared, waves of shock surging within his heart.

"That speed is no ordinary escape art! It contains the mystery of spacetime... Even my ultimate speed falls far short!"

He stood there in silence for a long time, and finally, gazing toward the north, he let out a deep sigh.