Great Venerable Taiyi

The old man's brush flowed like drifting clouds and running water, yet a single character took a full quarter of an hour before he finally lifted the brush.

After finishing, the old man slowly raised his head and looked at Jiang Feng with a smile.

"Young man, take a look. What do you think of this old man's calligraphy?"

Jiang Feng smiled awkwardly. "This junior is dull-witted and naturally would not dare make rash comments about Senior's writing."

The old man nodded. "You do know your manners."

"No matter. Tell me what you feel in your heart."

Jiang Feng gave a slight bow. "Then this junior will be so bold."

As he spoke, he stepped forward.

"Senior's characters are all 'Dao.' Every one of them looks exactly alike—the first stroke, the brushwork, the turns, all are identical."

"Yet the spirit within these characters is not the same in a single one."

"Senior has written a total of thirty-three thousand, three hundred and thirty-three Dao characters here, and there are actually thirty-three thousand, three hundred and thirty-three different spirits within them!"

"Among them are also thirty-three thousand, three hundred and thirty-three paths to achievement."

The old man nodded after hearing this. "Correct. Every cultivator has their own Dao."

"There are no two completely identical people in this world, and naturally, there can be no two completely identical Daos."

"This old man entered the Immortal Realm through comprehending calligraphy. The Dao of calligraphy is endless, and there are countless Daos to comprehend."

"Search among these thirty-three thousand, three hundred and thirty-three Dao seeds and see if you can find the one that belongs to you."

Jiang Feng smiled faintly. "Senior is joking."

"This junior's Dao naturally lies within this junior's heart. How could it possibly have been written down by Senior?"

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