The old Daoist wielded his sword like a brush, circulated his qi like ink, and used the void as silk paper, painting the Fish Dragon's bearing and spirit so vividly that every last detail stood revealed. And the Fish Dragon was swimming—it was alive! It seemed to possess a spirit of its own, frolicking and shifting through the void.
Yu Ci was utterly awestruck by this exquisite sword art.
Seeing his expression, Yu Zhou smiled. "This Thousand Illusions Sword Qi technique is merely a side branch. If you become lost in such things, there will be no need for you to continue cultivating the Dao!"
His tone was gentle, but his meaning carried weight. Yu Ci's heart tightened, and he clasped his hands with a solemn expression. "Please enlighten me, Temple Master."
"I have nothing to enlighten you about. I merely wish to show you certain facts. Take our Li Chen Sect, Bai Ri Mansion, the Wanling Sect, the tens of thousands of herb gatherers in Sky Rift Valley—and, naturally, all those demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters. Count them all in: which of these people and forces has escaped the principles of the Dao Worm's evolution? You may think on it, though you need not have an answer now... The true meaning behind the name 'Dao Worm,' as coined by those before us, lies within it."
Though he told him to think, Yu Zhou gave Yu Ci no time to ponder carefully. He personally filled Yu Ci's cup with wine, then smiled again as Yu Ci thanked him. "You are unmoved by external things and seek only the Great Dao of longevity. Never mind whether that notion is good or bad—I only wish to ask you one question. How do you intend to seek longevity?"
Yu Ci blurted out, "By