Near the Dao Through Transformation? Cultivating Truth Through Borrowed Falsehood?

Gou Dabao stood before Wang Qi once again. This time, his interest was nowhere near as great as before. Before Wang Qi could speak, he already showed a measure of impatience. "It's useless."

Wang Qi's phantom floated before Gou Dabao through the Myriad Immortal Illusion Realm, smiling. "How would you know it's useless if you don't try?"

"Useless means useless." Gou Dabao's tone was hostile. "You already tried last time and wasted much of my time. Are you going to waste your effort again this time?"

Wang Qi sighed. "Are you addicted to cultivation or something? Why are you so set on cultivating? What benefits does cultivation even bring? Don't you think this is also a manifestation of the lingering immortal consciousness influencing you?"

Gou Dabao froze. Fighting against himself had been the subject he had pursued his entire life. Wang Qi's words truly bluffed him. He thought for a while, then asked, "But if I don't cultivate, what else can I do?"

"Listen to my lecture." Wang Qi's figure sat down across from Gou Dabao and gestured for him to sit.

Gou Dabao kept shaking his head. "Not listening. It gives me a headache."

"If you don't study, how will you become stronger?"

Gou Dabao scratched his head furiously. "Last time, after listening to your lecture, I tore out so much of my own hair..."

"When you go bald, you'll become stronger." Wang Qi said, "Besides, I don't intend to explain anything too complicated today. I guarantee that nothing I say today will surpass the difficulty of elementary schooling. And we won't discuss algorithms today. We'll only talk about the profound, talk about emptiness."

"Talking emptiness and speaking of existence—wasn't that what you Modern Dharma Cultivators hated most?"

Wang Qi pointed at himself. "I'm a cultivator of the Myriad