But enlightenment had never been a sudden flash of inspiration. Only strength and vast accumulated knowledge could bring about that moment of illumination.
Yet the process itself was incomparably painful...
Whether spring or summer, whether the sun rose or the moon set, Chen Xun stood beneath the tree like a wooden sculpture. Only Black Bull, constantly running about to cultivate other spiritual herbs, kept this patch of heaven and earth from seeming quite so deathly still.
A thousand years later.
Frost clung to Chen Xun's brows, and at last, his lips stirred.
Black Bull's eyes lit up, only to hear him curse under his breath, "Damn it... did I comprehend the wrong direction?"
"Old Bull, bring me some Enlightenment Tea. If my comprehension isn't enough, then opportunities will have to make up the difference."
"Moo moo~"
Half a day later.
A tea table had appeared beneath the tree. Chen Xun no longer stood there, instead drinking tea with an exceedingly leisurely air. No matter how one looked at him, he did not seem to be seeking enlightenment; rather, he looked as though his spirit had wandered beyond heaven and earth.
Seeking enlightenment, yet slipping away...
Another thousand years passed.
Half the Enlightenment Tea Tree had been stripped bare. Chen Xun still sat under the tree drinking tea with a pensive expression. From the curses and doubts of the beginning to the silence now written across his entire face, he had nevertheless made a little progress.
That was, he had discovered that it was fundamentally not a matter of any Great Dao. Rather, it was a mutation produced by the fusion of multiple Daos—just like how everyone had once revered Heavenly Spiritual Roots, yet now desperately sought to make up for and perfect their Spiritual Roots.
"Sure enough, nothing that can