Lu Qing sat atop the mountain peak.
At this time, he had some leisure and exchanged a few words with the Star Tree about the mysterious wonders of cultivation.
His gaze turned beyond the mountain. The Star Tree was still a massive tree, its verdant leaves flowing with light and glittering with starlight, bright as shining candles.
"In cultivation, there are gains and losses. If you wish to cultivate, it is best to focus wholeheartedly on yourself."
He spoke in an even tone.
Rain turned into sheets of Moon Essence atop the mountain. Below and beyond the mountain, it was rain, yet only this Daoist Dojo remained filled with drifting clouds of Moon Essence.
The Star Tree rustled.
It seemed to understand the meaning of Lu Qing's words.
Lu Qing's words were neither profound nor abstruse. The Great Dao was supremely simple; even some plain old sayings passed down through the ages often concealed the mysteries of heaven and earth.
What he spoke of with the Star Tree was not preaching or expounding the Dao, merely words that ordinary people had heard before.
Such words circulated widely among those cultivating in the Mortal World, but the Star Tree grew atop the mountain, cultivating beside Moon Essence year after year.
These principles, commonplace to ordinary cultivators, were flashes of Spirit Light for certain living beings seeking to break free from ignorance.
"One heart?"
This trace of the Star Tree's spirituality had yet to condense into Wisdom Light, yet after the rain Lu Qing had brought down,
its connection to heaven and earth seemed to have gained another thread.
This wisp of thought slowly emerged from within its blank spirituality.
It was sensed by another.
Hearing this, Lu Qing smiled. "You will need to wait until Wisdom Light is born within you