Where Great Luo Attained the Dao!
Several days later, at Green Mountain Daoist Temple.
Inside the courtyard, beneath the ancient tree.
Two aged figures sat facing each other.
The man was emaciated, his aura deep and gloomy, like a candle flame about to burn out; it was none other than the Blood Demon True Person Deng Yin.
The other person had a simple and unadorned appearance, like an old man often seen in the countryside, holding a green bamboo cane. He was the True Person Southern Dipper who held the power of the Holy Sect Ancestor.
There was no tea on the stone table, only a frozen silence and an invisible heaviness.
True Person Southern Dipper's cloudy gaze fell on Deng Yin, and he slowly spoke, "Have you decided? Let him take that path?"
He is the guide you personally chose.
If we lose, we will perish on the [Supreme Dao Foundation].
When you Liberation by Violence and your soul returns, who will be able to guide you back to the mountain gate and continue your Dao Path?
The old True Person Deng Yin lowered his eyelids slightly, looking at his withered fingers, and said indifferently, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him. "Senior brother, it's still far from over."
Liberation by Violence death is fraught with peril. If my junior brother's soul were to dissipate directly into the cycle of reincarnation, there would be no question of whether he would return, and he would need no guide.
"Stop jinxing me!" True Person Southern Dipper frowned slightly, interrupting him, his tone carrying an unquestionable air of authority.
"The True Lord Holy Might is already aware of your decision and has personally announced it."
This time, you Liberation by Violence, and you will have to bear all the consequences yourself.
But if any outsider, regardless of their power, dares to secretly tamper with your reincarnated body or your soul's journey back to your final resting place during this period—
The True Lord would then personally come to their door and tear down their mountain gate.
Upon hearing the words "True Lord Holy Might" and that domineering word of protection, the old True Person Deng Yin's usually calm eyes finally trembled slightly, revealing a complex and indescribable emotion.
He remained silent for a moment before whispering, "Thank you for your trouble, True Lord. If you see True Lord again in the future, please convey my gratitude."
"No need for further nonsense." True Person Southern Dipper waved his hand, bringing the topic back on track.
"That child, Qi Yun, do you really want him to prove that—[Supreme Dao Foundation]?"
His gaze sharpened, fixing intently on Deng Yin.
"You should know better than anyone what that means."
However, facing the gaze of the True Person Southern Dipper, the old True Person Deng Yin slowly and firmly shook his head.
"Senior Brother, you've misunderstood."
His voice remained hoarse and flat.
"I never gave him any specific instructions, much less forced him to make a choice."
From beginning to end, the choice regarding Dao Foundation was firmly in his own hands.
Is it better to seek a stable but mediocre future, or to gamble everything for that sliver of possibility?
This decision is for him to make.
Upon hearing this, True Person Southern Dipper gave the old True Person a deep look, his gaze seemingly trying to pierce through his withered body and see into his true thoughts.
Silence fell over the courtyard once again.
Only the faint whistling sound of the mountain wind passing through the temple could be heard.
After a long while, True Person Southern Dipper let out a barely audible sigh.
This sigh carries a complex meaning.
He said no more, but slowly stood up, leaned on his bamboo cane, and quietly left the increasingly gloomy Green Mountain Daoist Temple, just as he had come.
The old True Person Deng Yin was left alone, still sitting under the ancient tree, his cloudy eyes looking in the direction of Qi Yun's residence, as if he could see through the mountains and buildings and see the young figure struggling to make a choice at the crossroads of fate.
"Teacher."
In front of the Green Mountain Daoist Temple, Qi Yun gently knocked on the mottled wooden door knocker, the sound standing out clearly in the quiet mountains.
However, there was no response from inside the door.
After a short wait, the door creaked open and slowly opened a crack on its own.
The temple was deserted.
Only a few wisps of Fresh Breeze, seemingly from nowhere, stirred a few withered yellow leaves on the ground, swirling them around, conveying a sense of desolation as if no one had left to observe the emptiness.
Qi Yun's expression hardened slightly. He stood at the door in silence for a moment, finally letting out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh.
He did not step inside, but merely bowed slightly to the empty Daoist temple, then turned around and slowly walked away along the bluestone steps he had come from, his steps somewhat heavy.
About an incense stick's time later, behind the green hills, in front of a steep mountain wall rarely visited by people and entwined with vines.
The space distorted slightly, and two figures appeared silently, as if seeping out of an ink painting.
It was Qi Yun and the old True Person Deng Yin who were supposed to be waiting at the Daoist temple!
"Nobody's following, right?"
"No one's here. This disciple was extremely cautious, circling around several times. Moreover, I have the [Formless Divine Talisman] bestowed by my master for protection. Unless Golden Core True Lord specifically seeks out this place, there is absolutely no possibility of being detected."
"That's good. Come with me."
The voices grew softer as two figures stealthily made their way to the back of the Green Mountain Daoist Temple.
We arrived at a plain, unremarkable stone wall, with nothing particularly special about it.
The two figures were none other than the old True Person and Qi Yun.
Standing before the seemingly seamless mountain wall, the old True Person's withered fingers gently pressed on several seemingly natural rock protrusions in a specific order.
As the light flickered at his fingertips, the surface of the mountain wall rippled like water, revealing intricate and complex patterns.
A fleeting, invisible rune.
After looking around to make sure it was absolutely safe, the two took a deep breath, stepped forward, and their figures disappeared silently into the solid mountain wall as if they were flowing into water.
As if passing through a cool curtain of water, after a brief period of darkness and weightlessness, the scene before my eyes suddenly changed dramatically.
It was no longer the dark, shadowy mountainside, but a strange, vast space of unknown size!
What comes into view is a huge bookshelf, neatly arranged and seemingly endless!
These bookshelves are neither wood nor stone, but resemble jade and gold, radiating a faint spiritual light.
It is filled with countless scrolls, Jade Slip, silk books, and bone fragments, arranged in categories and densely packed together—more than tens of thousands of volumes!
A vast and profound aura of knowledge washes over you.
"Hiss--" Even though Qi Yun was somewhat prepared, he was still taken aback by the sight, which resembled the core secret repository of a sect's library, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Teacher-- is also a very learned person."
"Stop flattering me." The old True Person interrupted his lament indifferently, his tone completely calm. "Back then, I went to great lengths to find a cure for my old ailment, but it was all in vain. This is only part of the story."
Follow me.
He didn't linger, leading Qi Yun through this vast sea of Daoist scriptures, heading straight for the deepest part of the space.
The deeper one goes, the more hazy the surrounding light becomes, and an indescribable ancient Daoist aura begins to permeate the air.
Finally, they stopped at the entrance to a naturally formed grotto.
Stepping inside, the sight before him made Qi Yun hold his breath instantly, his pupils contracting sharply!
In the center of this not-so-large grotto, the entire ground was carved into an enormous, intricate, and dizzying ancient array!
This array was not an ordinary magical pattern, but rather composed of three incredibly profound lines, seemingly containing the very essence of the universe's creation and destruction.
A colossal array of talismans representing the ultimate principles of Tao!
These three talismans intertwined and intertwined, yet remained independent of each other.
It exudes an aura that transcends time and space and surpasses all laws.
Simply gazing at it is enough to stir one's Divine Soul.
It felt as if we were facing three formless and intangible, yet omnipresent supreme beings!
Above this mysterious array was not a solid rock ceiling, but a hazy, ever-changing nine-colored cloud!
These clouds, with their vibrant colors, blended harmoniously, swirling and flowing slowly like living things, exuding a refreshing fragrance and boundless vitality.
Strands of nine-colored energy descended, subtly echoing the three enormous talismans on the ground.
This imbues the entire interior of the grotto with a vast, ethereal, and extraordinary atmosphere!
"This is----"
Even though Qi Yun had experienced many grand scenes such as the Teapot Valley Yin Ruins, the Divine Silkworm Ruins, and the Black Baleful Intent Treasury, he was still shaken by the indescribable and mysterious sight before him.
For a moment I was stunned, as if I had stepped into a sacred place that only existed in myths and legends.
Standing with his hands behind his back at the entrance of the grotto, the old True Person Deng Yin's gaze became incredibly profound.
He stared at everything in front of him quietly, his eyes filled with extremely complex emotions, including memories and emotions, which eventually turned into a long sigh.
He spoke slowly, his voice echoing in the strange space, carrying a weighty weight that seemed to reveal an ancient secret: "This is—" He paused, then uttered each word carefully. "The Great Luo Land of Dao Attainment!"