Chapter 443: Behold that emptiness, the empty room gives birth to light (a difficult but satisfying chapter)
In the silent world, who knew how much time had passed? Cheng Xinzhan was still racking his brains.
The accounts of his predecessors were exhaustive. Whether it was making a thought thunder, recreating the world, or using Yin to aid Yang, all were good methods. If Cheng Xinzhan merely had to copy their example and reproduce one to overcome the calamity, he felt it should not be difficult. But the question was, could he only pick up the scraps of wisdom left by others?
Where was his own Dao?
In fact, Cheng Xinzhan thought that meditating in such a soundless, silent world was a good opportunity to consider the future of his own Great Dao. And the way he broke through this silent darkness would embody his own Dao Tradition.
Without question, making a thought thunder belonged to the Dao of talismans and incantations; opening heaven with thought belonged to the Spirit Preservation Dao; refining thought with Yin belonged to the Pure Yang Dao. Everyone's method of overcoming the calamity began with their own Dao Tradition. Truthfully, Cheng Xinzhan knew all these Great Dao Traditions and had cultivated them well, perhaps even better than some who devoted themselves exclusively to one.
Yet these methods and Dao Traditions were only components of Cheng Xinzhan's own Great Dao, not its entirety.
What truly left him racking his brains was this: he was revered as the Myriad-Dharma Scripture Master and Master Guangfa, and had lectured at the Three Mountains. In the eyes of the world, there seemed to be no art he did not understand or could not perform. To ordinary people, this was naturally a good thing, and he himself had always thought so too.