"Body and mind as one, and wherever I stand becomes an Immortal Palace?" The divine statue's words reached Gao Ming's ears. It was answering the believers' questions, yet Gao Ming felt as though those words were meant for him.
"Remain undisturbed by stray thoughts. The Dao Fruit lies within you. Understand its needs, follow nature, and act according to your true nature..."
His heart pounded, and Gao Ming's connection to the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God deepened further. Just as he was about to contemplate it more deeply, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder.
"Wake up!" Fu Shu bit straight into Gao Ming's left shoulder, drawing blood. His face was contorted, his voice harsh.
"I haven't fucking lost myself yet!" Gao Ming pushed Fu Shu's head up and covered his bleeding shoulder. "Even my girlfriend has never bitten me like that."
"You were practically sinking into it, and you're saying you hadn't lost yourself?" Fu Shu shook his head. "I've staked everything on you!"
"I just thought what he said made some sense. There really is a 'building' hidden inside me, but I'm certain it isn't an 'Immortal Palace.'"
"Haven't you noticed how much more relaxed you sound? Haven't you noticed your hostility toward Spirit Vision fading without you realizing it?" Fu Shu ground his teeth in exasperation. "Don't listen to the voices in Spirit Vision, much less think about them! This place is incredibly strange. The more you hear, the sooner you die!"
At Fu Shu's reminder, the faint smile vanished completely from Gao Ming's face. He had not even noticed that he had lowered his guard against Spirit Vision.
"Cultivation means returning to your true state. During this process, we suffer the intrusion of the Six Dusts and Five Aggregates. Stray thoughts, mortal attachments, and all manner of trifles