Looking ahead, Han Xuanji could see the surging River of Fate, with dozens of sparse figures moving forward in the waves.
At this moment.
A cultivator standing in front of Han Xuanji smiled and spoke:
"My code name is ' Azure Luan,' how should I address you, fellow Daoist?"
Upon hearing this, Han Xuanji casually replied:
Call me ' Fate Calculation '.
"So it's Fate Calculation,"
A soft laugh came from the figure who called herself ' Azure Luan,' her voice gentle yet carrying an undisguised weariness.
"It is fate that we meet here. It seems that you, fellow Daoist, have also just begun to glimpse the path of Great Dao of Fate, choosing this... most difficult and torturous path."
Han Xuanji nodded slightly, saying nothing more, simply waiting for what was to come.
You talk too much, you finish what you're saying first.
Azure Luan seemed to have grown accustomed to the taciturnity of the cultivators here, and sighed to herself:
" Fate Calculation, do you know how much time it takes for us to take each step forward while we sit here in meditation?"
Sometimes, a seemingly insignificant insight can take decades to develop.
"Don't be fooled by the fact that I'm only a few dozen steps further than you. It would actually take me at least several hundred years to get here. Of course, I only took thirty years."
Han Xuanji seemed to be deep in thought, and said:
"It seems you have good comprehension, fellow Daoist."
"It's alright."
A hint of helplessness crept into Azure Luan's voice.
"Understanding destiny is incredibly difficult; even though the outside world calls me a genius of insight, I often find myself struggling to grasp it."
"The only advantage is that it's quite safe here, and there are no outsiders to bother us."
"But you should know..."
His gaze fell upon the ceaseless flow of fate before him, River of Fate brimming with endless mysteries and dangers, and his tone grew solemn:
Fate is unpredictable, and its backlash can be particularly severe.
If one's will is not firm, and one forcibly tries to deduce one's own or others' fate, the slightest carelessness will cause one's mind to be overwhelmed by the endless and complex information of destiny. At best, one's foundation of cultivation will be damaged; at worst... Primordial Spirit will be merged into this long river, becoming part of countless fragments of destiny, and sinking into eternal damnation."
"Forehead..."
Upon hearing this, Han Xuanji said:
"Now that we've entered this place, we've naturally made preparations."
He finally understood: everyone who entered this place was a competitor; was this an attempt to scare him away?
"I see that you have a refined aura, so you must come from a great sect? But even so, there is very little to rely on on this path. You have to explore on your own, as if walking on thin ice."
One wrong step, and there is no going back.
To contend with the fate of heaven and earth, and with the lives of all living beings, is far more difficult than any other great path.
Fellow Daoist, your choice of this path is commendable, but... the road ahead is long, and I hope you are well-prepared.
Azure Luan's words were full of hesitation.
Han Xuanji responded calmly, her voice steady and unwavering:
"Thank you for the reminder, Fellow Daoist Azure Luan."
At this moment, a distant, ethereal figure suddenly spoke:
" Azure Luan, you're still trying to discourage newcomers. Comprehending the Great Dao of Fate isn't as dangerous as you make it out to be."
"There's no danger in comprehending this River of Fate, don't worry. Even if your consciousness is scattered, you'll only lose a wisp of divine thought. Of course, if you reveal your true identity, then you'll have to be careful."
"I didn't discourage anyone... I was just offering a friendly reminder."
Azure Luan turned around and muttered to herself.
Han Xuanji nodded slightly, indicating that the place shouldn't be that dangerous.
What Azure Luan described was only the worst possible outcome; it must be due to madness caused by deluding oneself while comprehending the Great Dao.
Han Xuanji withdrew his thoughts, immersed himself in the matter, and began to comprehend the Great Dao of Fate.
Fate, fate, becoming stronger means taking control of your own destiny.
Here, time seems to lose its meaning.
His consciousness wandered in the torrent formed by endless threads of fate, witnessing the rise and fall of countless lives, the cycle of birth and death of the world, and the peak and fall of cultivators.
He saw Su Ming's future, perhaps reaching the pinnacle, shining brightly; he also saw him surrounded, fighting fiercely on all sides; he even glimpsed the scene of his demise, a somber end... He also saw the various future trajectories of his old friends and disciples in the lower realm, their joys and sorrows, their beginnings and endings.
At first, his emotions inevitably fluctuated, sometimes sighing, sometimes regretting.
The more I see, the calmer my mind becomes; this is not numbness.
Instead, he felt that all living beings were struggling and sinking in the river, and what he sought was to transcend them and take control of his own destiny, rather than drifting with the current.
We should transcend fate and take control of it, rather than be controlled by it.
To achieve this, he still needs to diligently cultivate himself.
Han Xuanji was so engrossed in the vastness of the Great Dao of Fate that he was unaware of the passage of time.
His figure moved forward with the flow of the long river.
Azure Luan didn't realize it at first, but after only a year, she discovered that Han Xuanji had already surpassed her.
Several years later, he could no longer even see Han Xuanji's back.
"Hiss... Non-Self 've really encountered a legendary genius?"
Azure Luan began to doubt herself.
He had clearly read in the book that reaching this point in thirty years was already the work of a genius.
Surpassing him in just one year, what does that even mean?
Han Xuanji's actions quickly attracted the attention of many people, but because they could not confirm her identity, they could only secretly gather information.
Among the various races and religions in the Upper Realm, there are hidden geniuses, and collecting information on geniuses from other forces is a basic operation.
In the blink of an eye, fifty years have passed like flowing water.
Han Xuanji slowly opened her eyes and realized that she seemed to have traveled a long way in this place.
In the depths of his eyes, countless threads of destiny seemed to flash and disappear, and his aura grew increasingly profound and unfathomable, as if he had existed since time immemorial.
He exhaled a breath of stale air, carrying a hint of profound Daoist wisdom.
"Cultivating oneself within the River of Fate is truly profound..."
Han Xuanji sighed.
The path to enlightenment is boundless; with each deep dive and profound realization, time seems to fly by.
During this seclusion, he not only made great progress in his understanding of the Great Dao of Fate, but also quietly broke through to the Golden Immortal Fourth Layer realm.
Comprehending the Great Dao can also accelerate his cultivation speed.
Fifty years, from the initial stage of Golden Immortal to the Mid-stage Golden Immortal.
This speed is unprecedented; if you told anyone, probably no one would believe it.
Han Xuanji did indeed do it, without even relying on the system's help, entirely through her own understanding.
The Great Void Spirit Realm.
Divine Profound Sect.
Li Taiqing stood alone atop a Daoist peak, his white robes fluttering in the howling Heavenly Wind, yet remaining spotless.
"Finally... this moment has arrived."
He spoke softly, his voice calm, yet carrying a subtle hint of emotion.
After hundreds of years of arduous cultivation and countless hardships, all for the sake of transcending this world and ascending to the higher realm today.
His gaze swept downwards.
In the distance, Lu Fan, Nangong Wenjian, Lin Potian, Little White Tiger, and other old friends were all present. Further away, there were also many cultivators from the Nine Provinces Continent who had come to witness the ceremony.
No one approached to disturb them; they simply watched quietly, their eyes filled with awe and envy.