A Thousand Years of Enlightenment, Guidance from the Dao Palace!

"Not bad."

Zhang Fusheng sighed softly:

"There are indeed people in this world who will never regress. Once they have experienced it, they are completely rooted in the corresponding level, forever climbing upwards and never sliding down."

He had mixed feelings. How long had it taken him to attain the Minor Perfection level?

For several whole days!

This girl, after only hearing me preach a Dharma talk, and after I briefly and forcibly elevated her to the Minor Perfection level—she actually achieved Minor Perfection!

Unfortunately, this is the limit of what I can do.

Otherwise, if she were temporarily granted Perfection spiritual realm, wouldn't she instantly achieve True Spiritual Realm?

"Rise, all of you; there is no need for you to bow to me."

He sighed, reached out to help them up, and the three of them felt an inexplicable force that forcibly straightened them.

Wei Qingshan swallowed hard, glanced at the spring scenery everywhere, and seemed somewhat lost in thought.

This capability has already exceeded his imagination.

"Let's go back to camp."

Zhang Fusheng looked at Wei Lingzhu, who was still jumping for joy and excitement, with a complicated expression, and said calmly:

"We need to take care of some miscellaneous matters first."

"Miscellaneous tasks?" Wei Lingzhu asked blankly.

Zhang Fusheng smiled:

"Nothing much—just an old woman."

"In addition."

He looked at Wu Shangpin with a smile:

"You should know in your heart whether or not to say certain things."

Wu Shangpin was terrified and quickly bowed. The Wei Siblings also bowed their heads. When they raised their heads again,

The young people remained standing in the same spot, but somehow, they felt that something had changed.

But I can't quite put my finger on it.

"Let's go back to camp," the honest-looking young man said again.

Eight Sceneries Palace.

Zhang Fusheng sat upright on the prayer mat, carefully observing the changes in his own body.

His status rose suddenly, rose higher, and rose even higher.

Until it reaches an ineffable height.

"Strange thing."

He murmured to himself, a look of confusion on his face—he still couldn't pinpoint the source of that eerie sense of Perfection.

"Why would I want to take Wei Lingzhu as my disciple?"

Zhang Fusheng was puzzled and troubled, and then he thought of Wei Lingzhu's terrifying talent—never regressing.

Does this principle of non-retrogression also apply to personhood?

He glanced down at the prayer mat and shook his head in rejection.

It's highly unlikely.

His rank was not based on his cultivation level, realm, or power, but rather on his attempt to communicate with the Contract Book and to perceive it.

It is now certain that Wei Lingzhu's unwavering resolve can be 'bought'.

In other words, even her unwavering resolve can be 'stripped away,' so what about her other cultivation levels, spiritual realm, etc.?

Naturally, it can also be stripped away.

It's not truly a case of "one certificate for all time."

Zhang Fusheng did not intend to buy Wei Lingzhu's trait—it wouldn't be of much use to him.

He progressed so quickly that there was no question of him regressing.

Even if one possesses the ability to never regress, and can truly maintain the terrifying status bestowed upon them by the futon,

Zhang Fusheng wouldn't do that.

The reason is simple: with such an unfathomably high status, enough to leave anyone bewildered, why are they wandering aimlessly through the Mortal World?

Even if they didn't want to die fast enough.

After a moment of contemplation, Zhang Fusheng had an idea and took out a thousand years' worth of technique cultivation from the Contract Book.

A thousand years have passed, and at this moment, they have come into harmony with themselves.

[In the first year, I continued to study the Taiyi Chapter, and my understanding of this method seemed to have deepened somewhat.]

[In the second year, I began to ponder the essence of Taiyi.]

[Third Year]

Just as Zhang Fusheng had predicted, the difficulty of the Taiyi Chapter increased explosively from beginner to Minor Accomplishment!

That's normal.

In mythology, which immortal didn't spend hundreds or thousands of years in a single nap or a moment of cultivation?

The profound mysteries of the immortal and divine realms are not so easily cultivated.

Moreover, it is the [Primordial Scripture].

[In the hundredth year, my inspiration flowed like a spring, and I seemed to have grasped some of the essence of Taiyi.]

[The Great Yi is the time when All Things Are Empty and nothing exists; it is a time even earlier than the beginning, where time is meaningless.]

[But precisely when everything is nothing, cause and effect also cease to exist; even if something is born, it immediately descends into chaos.]

[In the 101st year, I made some further progress.]

[The Second Hundred Years.]

[The third hundred years.]

Time flows like water, four hundred years, five hundred years, six hundred years!

Zhang Fusheng was so immersed in the Dharma and its wonders that he could not extricate himself.

Although the connection was not to their spiritual past, several hundred years of time did not pass in the divine realm.

But my understanding of Taiyi deepens, and my understanding of [nothingness] becomes more profound.

As a spiritual reflection, the divine realm is also quietly undergoing changes.

The divine realm is showing a faint but undeniable tendency to become an empty space.

[821st year]

[I seem to have hit a bottleneck, a hurdle. If I take another step forward, I can advance the Taiyi Chapter to Minor Accomplishment and master the method of 'Palm Touching Karma'.]

[But this barrier is thicker than I imagined. My astonishing comprehension seems dim at this moment. This is no ordinary Immortal Method; this is the technique of the Primordial Heavenly Venerate!]

[And so it went, year after year.]

I am immersed in the Way of Taiyi.

[I began to ponder the connections between the Five Primes]

[Taiyi, the time when all was empty; Taichu, the time when the primordial Qi was born;]

[The Taishi of all matter, the time before form existed.]

[Taisu, a fleeting moment with substance but no form; Tai Ji, a chaotic state before Yin and Yang are separated, yet in which all things have already formed!]

[Year 998]

I felt that I was just one step away from breaking through the barrier and pushing open the door.

[The first millennium, that thin line is now minuscule, but I'm still just a little bit short, just a tiny bit short.]

A thousand years have passed, becoming the past in my mind.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

Zhang Fusheng wearily opened his eyes. In the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be a place of absolute nothingness, a silent abyss—but it vanished in an instant.

"So close, so very close."

"Just a little more, and I'll be able to glimpse the realm of Minor Accomplishment and establish myself within it!"

Zhang Fusheng scratched his head, "It was so close!"

This feeling was so unbearable that he was on the verge of going crazy.

"This final line separates us; perhaps I will attain enlightenment and break through to a higher realm in the next instant, or perhaps I will not be able to comprehend it for thousands upon thousands of years."

He muttered to himself in a low voice, sighing, "Too easy, too easy."

Um?

Zhang Fusheng suddenly raised an eyebrow, sensing a faint, almost imperceptible, feeling of being watched.

It was not spying on itself, nor was it gazing at the Eight Sceneries Palace.

But the feeling of being watched is very real.

With a thought, the gates of the Eight Sceneries Palace swung open with a roar, and Gao Buyi's gaze followed the sense of being spied upon.

But I saw nothing.

Strange.

The feeling of being spied on vanished completely.

Without giving it much thought, Zhang Fusheng continued to try to comprehend that last thread of understanding, but to no avail. He also tried to trace back the 'Perfection illusion' he had experienced after taking Wei Lingzhu as his disciple, but to no avail.

He strolled to the Gate of the Past, leaned closer, and gazed at it silently.

Thoughts swirled, and the dark, deep scenery within the Gate of the Past was painted with vibrant colors, reflecting the past that had occurred not long ago in the mountains and forests.

From a unique high-dimensional perspective

Zhang Fusheng carefully observed Wei Lingzhu; the girl was not as otherworldly beautiful as Chen Nuanyu.

But it was very clean, giving people a particularly comfortable feeling.

At this moment, Wei Lingzhu's skin, flesh, internal organs, and everything else were laid out before him, every detail exposed.

We still haven't traced the source of the 'sense of Perfection '.

To be honest...

"Something is unclear."

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself, Wei Lingzhu, seen from a higher perspective, presented a blurry feeling, as if she were somewhat illusory and unreal.

It's as if... as if it doesn't belong here.

But specifically, which part does "[here]" refer to?

Zhang Fusheng was completely clueless.

But at least it proves that there is something unusual about Wei Lingzhu. As for whether it's good or bad?

Have no idea.

Return to the meditation cushion, sit upright, and quietly perceive.

The feeling of Perfection remains.

Either something that brings a sense of Perfection, something that transcends the meditation cushion—but that's clearly impossible.

That leaves only one possibility.

"The meditation cushion, or rather, my infinitely high status, also considers [Perfection]."

"You also think I should take her as my apprentice. But why? Give me an answer!"

Zhang Fusheng tapped the soft futon, and in that instant, on a whim, he turned to look at the white jade wall.

Look at that wisp of ever-flowing, Primordial Taiyin Qi.

There must be a reason behind every sudden impulse.

Is this a kind of guidance from the meditation cushion, the Dao Palace, or some infinitely high position?

Zhang Fusheng stared at the Primordial Taiyin Qi, and once again, on a whim, he closed his eyes and rose, following that the Unseen guiding feeling.

Keep walking forward, keep walking forward, push open the gate of the Dao Palace, enter the Divine Realm, and keep going.

Open your eyes and look around.

It was among the Other Shore Flower lilies.

How did I get here?

Zhang Fusheng was astonished. He gently plucked an Other Shore Flower and rubbed it into his Other Shore Bone, pondering why someone of infinitely high status had suddenly become so whimsical.

Ultimately, it points to this place?

What does this have to do with Wei Lingzhu?

In his bewilderment, he saw the soil on the ground tremble slightly, and words appeared to emerge.

[You're here again?]

It is that mysterious ancient saint trapped in the inaccessible Nine Netherworlds, trapped in the Yellow Springs River.

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow. Could it be related to the ancient sage?

The moment the thought arose, he simply sat down and used the power of his Flesh and Blood Divine Body to Touch the Void, writing two lines of words on the muddy ground.

[Yes, I'm here]

[By the way, I have a question for you.]

He briefly recounted the feeling of Perfection he experienced after taking on a disciple.

A moment later, a line of words appeared on the muddy ground.

Do you know about Buddhism? Buddhism emphasizes predestined relationships. You and your disciple are connected by this very concept of predestined relationship—you and your disciple have a great predestined connection.

Fate?

But why would fate bring us together out of nowhere?

Zhang Fusheng was still baffled. After thinking for a while, he asked the ancient sage why such a fate had occurred.

The ancient sage answered quickly.

[Perhaps because of past entanglements, or perhaps because future entanglements are inevitable.]

Past? Future?

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, still puzzled. The future was uncertain, so he decided to leave it at that for now.

That past?

Could it be referring to a past life?

That's even more absurd.

He paused his thoughts for the moment, sighed, and posed a new question.

[Speaking of which, why is the Nine Netherworld inaccessible, yet you are able to enter it?]

A long silence followed.

The ancient sages provided the answer.

[I don't know either. It seems to be from the Nine Netherworlds. I was thrown into some unbelievable place, but I don't know the exact location yet.]

[But I was able to get in, even though I was forced and exiled.]

Zhang Fusheng nodded silently. Because he was qualified to sit in the [Supreme Heavenly Position], he was ostracized and exiled.

He clicked his tongue in amazement, and finally asked a question.

To be honest, I don't even know your name.

The ancient sage answered quickly.

My surname is Wei, you can just call me Saint Wei.

[By the way, is there any Divine Ability you'd like to learn today?]

I need to get on your good side so that you can perform a ritual for me and rescue me later.

This ancient saint came up with a straight shot, leaving Zhang Fusheng somewhat stunned; it was quite honest.

Only.

His gaze was fixed on the first line of text.

Wei?

That's quite a coincidence.

But is it truly a coincidence? Could a sudden impulse at an infinitely high level of power be without any basis?

Zhang Fusheng paused for a moment, then wrote again.

Do you know Wei Lingzhu?

This time.

The ancient sage did not answer.