Yet at this moment, this dreamlike and illogical Fortune has truly come to pass in his life.
What shocked him even more was that this leap in realm was not a superficial phenomenon caused by the forceful infusion of external power.
He carefully observed his own Yin Spirit and felt that its foundation was so solid, harmonious and unobstructed that it far surpassed the perfect state he could achieve through years of arduous cultivation.
It was as if that immortal Dao fruit was his destined, flawless treasure hidden deep within his spiritual essence. At this moment, Li Qingshan had simply used his supreme divine power to gently brush away the dust that concealed it, presenting it to the world in its most perfect and fitting state.
"Is this the true realm of Ghost Immortal?"
Hong Yi felt the boundless power flowing within the Yin Spirit, yet it was as easy to control as his own arm, and the clear thinking that seemed to see through the smallest details and grasp a thousand miles in an instant. His heart was shaken like a raging storm, and he could not calm down for a long time.
This ability to turn lead into gold and transform the mortal into the immortal completely surpassed his previous understanding and imagination of cultivation, almost like a myth coming to life.
Jin Xun'er, standing to the side, had already watched with her compound eyes trembling and her eight spider legs unconsciously curling slightly. With her limited knowledge and intelligence, she was completely unable to understand what was happening before her eyes. She only felt that the figure of the senior in black robes was becoming taller and taller, like the ancient Divine Mount Buzhou, immeasurable.
Li Qingshan was well aware of this outcome. He smiled calmly and said, "This lotus platform has already resonated with your Yin Spirit aura. I'll leave it to you as well." Before he finished speaking, the azure water lotus beneath Hong Yi's seat instantly transformed into a warm, flowing light, like mercury spilling onto the ground, silently merging into his Yin Spirit.
As the lotus platform entered his body, a cool and peaceful Daoist aura, capable of stabilizing the origin of his soul, spread out.
Holding this treasure in his hand, and recalling how that single spark of starlight had triggered such a dramatic transformation within him, Hong Yi's heart surged with emotion, his feelings beyond words.
What Li Qingshan displayed was not merely extraordinary supernatural power, but also a generosity and transcendence that was close to the "Tao".
Such a generous gift was nothing short of a life-saving grace to him; the weight of this favor could not be expressed in ordinary words.
A complex mix of gratitude and a slight sense of unworthiness coursed through Hong Yi's mind.
Although he came from a scholarly family and was well-versed in the classics, he was by no means an inflexible and pedantic person. He knew that "to repay someone with a peach is the way of a gentleman," and he understood that in the face of someone like Li Qingshan who was almost a "Daoist," any trickery or concealment would be unwise. Only by treating him with sincerity could he live up to this extraordinary opportunity and not go against his own conscience.
With this in mind, he no longer hesitated. His Yin Spirit body took a steady step forward, his face solemn and dignified, even carrying a resolute intention to entrust his own destiny entirely.
He bowed deeply to Li Qingshan once more, his voice deep and clear, each word carrying the weight of a thousand pounds. "Senior's supernatural abilities are beyond description, and your guidance is more than a second life. This junior truly knows not how to repay you."
He paused briefly, as if gathering his last bit of courage, his eyes shining brightly and with unwavering resolve. "I do indeed possess a great secret that concerns my very life, the very foundation of a supreme lineage. Originally, I intended to wait until my cultivation was sufficient to roam the world freely before daring to reveal it, otherwise I would surely face certain death, and I fear I would also dishonor my ancestors."
He raised his head, his gaze clear and open, and looked directly at Li Qingshan: "However, the senior treated me with sincerity and bestowed upon me the supreme path; his kindness is as vast as the heavens. If Hong Yi were to harbor selfish motives out of fear of disaster, not only would he fail the teachings of the sages, but he would also have no face to stand between heaven and earth, nor face his own conscience!"
After speaking, his Yin Spirit light receded, and then, the purest and most core source of his divine consciousness began to fluctuate violently.
He held his hands in front of his chest, and a hazy, dark golden shadow, resembling an ancient scroll, slowly emerged from the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, solidifying from the illusory.
It was not a physical scripture, but rather a highly condensed form of his most core primordial divine thought, flowing with the aura of time's sedimentation and the immortal Daoist charm.
Hong Yi held it in his palm, his expression extremely solemn, as if he were holding not a scroll of scripture, but his own life and the entire path he had chosen.
"This is the foremost of the three sutras of the Great Zen Temple, the source of all dharma, the Past Amitabha Sutra!"
Hong Yi spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice clear yet deep and resonant, each syllable carrying an immense weight, echoing across the starlit sea.
He held out his hands in a gesture of reverence, and the ancient scroll, formed from dark golden divine energy, radiated a hazy yet Eternal aura. "This scripture points directly to the supreme Dao Fruit of the Yang God, containing unparalleled mysteries that transcend life and death and illuminate the past."
He paused slightly, his gaze clear and firm as he looked at Li Qingshan: "This junior has nothing of value, except this scripture, which is the key to my life."
This is the essence of the Way. Today, I offer it all before you, my esteemed predecessor, not as a token of gratitude, for such kindness Hong Yi my sincere heart, without holding back a single drop!
After speaking, he subtly moved his thoughts, and the scroll of dark gold scripture slowly floated up and was handed to Li Qingshan.
The illusory figure stretched out on its own as it drifted, as if an invisible hand were gently unfolding it.
Suddenly, an indescribable and profound scene flowed forth from it:
A golden, ancient Buddha phantom, whose exact features are obscured yet seems to contain the myriad aspects of all living beings, sits cross-legged in the boundless Void, draped in a simple kasaya.
The Buddha statue does not exude an intimidating aura, but rather a Eternal charm that seems to have remained unchanged since ancient times.
What is most astonishing is that the Buddha statue does not have the usual dazzling Buddha light around it. Instead, there are countless miniature phantoms of the sun, moon, and stars, slowly circling and flowing around it according to some extremely mysterious trajectory, as if this Buddha is the core of the universe and a symbol of the condensation of all time and existence in the "past".
As the light fell upon it, a subtle yet clear ripple immediately spread through the depths of Li Qingshan's primordial spirit.
Without needing to read the specific visualization steps and cultivation incantations, the "artistic conception" naturally manifested in the core of this scripture allowed him to instantly grasp a unique truth that was completely different from the ordinary visualization methods of this world, and even from the many great Daos he had comprehended.
The past is Eternal, neither increasing nor decreasing; True Suchness is ever-present, and I am Amitabha!
This is not simply about emphasizing the solidity of the soul or the indestructibility of the physical body, but rather a more fundamental, almost rule-based "existential anchoring."
It anchors the practitioner's fundamental consciousness to the time dimension of "the past".
The past is gone and cannot be changed; therefore, anchoring oneself in the "true self" of the past also grants a transcendence over the current world's vicissitudes.
The absolute stability of calamities and changes.
Once you grasp this meaning, your primordial spirit will be like an unshakable anchor in the ever-flowing river of time. No matter how the years may wash over you or how many calamities may befall you, your fundamental true nature, originating from the "past," will remain steadfast, unblemished, and indestructible.
With a slight thought, Li Qingshan's profound understanding of the Great Dao of Time flowed naturally, beginning to mutually verify, analyze, and absorb the mysterious conception of "the Eternal past."
The next instant, hum!
His already powerful primordial spirit, which had reached the Saint King realm, once again felt an incredibly clear sense of "growth"!
This is an expansion and deepening of the essence. Under the strange catalysis and blessing of the " Past Amitabha " conception, the range of his divine sense expanded wildly once again, easily breaking through the original limit and spreading towards the more distant and profound Void.
More importantly, the essence of the primordial spirit seemed to have been tempered with a trace of Eternal and immortal gold, and its entire body flowed with a faint golden luster and profound charm that could not be damaged by any calamity and could last forever.
By visualizing oneself as the Past Amitabha, the primordial spirit seems to truly take root in the flow of light from the past, naturally creating an insurmountable barrier between oneself and all the harm and destruction of the "present world".
"What a magnificent Past Amitabha Sutra! It establishes the past as its foundation and proves the indestructibility of Eternal. The author of this sutra possessed an astonishingly brilliant insight into the essence of time and mind, reaching an inconceivable level of perfection!"
Li Qingshan sincerely admired it.
The value of this scripture far surpasses that of ordinary martial arts techniques or cultivation methods.
It provides a supreme principle that points directly to the essence of existence, anchoring the source of time to resist the erosion of time and the curse of the mind.
For any path that aspires to transcend time and space and pursue immortality, this scripture can be considered the supreme sacred text that lays the foundation for the path, and its value is immeasurable.
Even from my current perspective, I find its profound meaning to be insightful and thought-provoking.
This scripture is profound, partly due to the perspective nurtured by the unique laws of the Yang God World. Its aim of establishing the "past" as the foundation of Eternal has a subtle similarity to the profound meaning of the " Departed Self," " Present Self," and " Dao Self " in the Western Emperor Scripture, which revolve and reflect Eternal. Both are exploring the relationship between the essence of "self" and time, and can be said to be a chance encounter on the Great Dao.
Accepting this weighty reward that carried Hong Yi's complete trust and the foundation of his path, Li Qingshan's gaze towards him deepened with even greater approval.
Hong Yi is a young man with a firm will, a powerful spirit, and a deep sense of fortune, which allows him to encounter Fortune fortune in seemingly insignificant situations.
Judging from his words, actions, and demeanor, one can tell that his future prospects are limitless.
This is both a result of destiny and fortune, and an inevitable outcome of the mutual encouragement and symbiotic growth of one's own innate talents, temperament, and choices.
He then turned to Jin Xun'er who had been unable to contain himself and whose compound eyes were filled with anticipation, and a slight smile appeared on his face, "You little spider, this fate of yours is not bad."
As soon as he finished speaking, the azure water lily beneath Jin Xun'er's seat also transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into his brow and becoming a treasure that nourished his soul.
Immediately afterwards, Li Qingshan's gaze fell on Jin Xun'er, whose eyes were full of expectation. The corners of his lips slightly lifted, and without making any move, he simply raised his left palm upward and lifted it up in a haphazard way.
This act of lifting up something seemed to lift up some kind of invisible "fate" and " Fortune ".
In an instant, the faint starlight and lingering Daoist aura surrounding him, which had not yet completely subsided, seemed to be drawn by an invisible spiritual force, no longer dissipating, but instead converging towards his palm in wisps.
Like a silkworm spinning silk or spring rain nourishing all things, it naturally wove and condensed into a soft, clear halo containing countless tiny starlight vortexes three feet above his palm.