Four o’clock in the morning in the Tai’an tropolitan Area.
It’s early autumn now, the weather is turning cold, and the leaves are dry and yellow.
Early-rising Qin Shi opens the window, breathes in the cold air that rushes in, and instantly feels awake.
He spends a few minutes hurriedly washing up, then picks up the buns that are heated on the table:
"Sister, I’m heading out!"
Qin Lan didn’t go to work today; Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, so she hasn’t taken any jobs, planning to rest at ho for a few days and celebrate the festival with her siblings.
"Rember to buy a fish on your way back; I’ll make braised cod for you two tonight."
"Got it!"
Qin Shi runs quickly, dashes out of Baogong Street, and takes a small path to the flood control dam on the west side.
"Teacher!"
Qin Shi clutches a bag of shiny-skinned buns and climbs quickly up the flood control dam, where a white-haired man stands, donned in an ancient robe, with an air of a high master.
"You’re here? Continue with yesterday’s lesson!"
The white-haired man says calmly.
Qin Shi nods, hands the warm buns to the white-haired man, and then begins practicing moves thodically.
Boom——
Beyond the flood control dam lies a reservoir, and because of continuous rainfall during the flood season, the river water level has risen significantly.
Each move by Qin Shi seems to release massive gravity, drawing endless tides rushing toward him.
His force seems like a mountain flood roaring, thunder rumbling, very frightening.
"This Xiao Qin kid is really hardworking, coming out early in the morning for training."
"Indeed, with such determination, he’ll surely get into a good university!"
"He’s much better than my kid..."
Hundreds of ters away, old n who also rise early to practice leisurely talk, not finding anything odd about a high school student creating such a spectacle.
"Not bad, you’ve made so progress."
The white-haired man finishes the bun and continues to assign "howork":
"Once ward up, enter the main phase, subdue distracting thoughts, keep the sea of consciousness absolutely calm, then start ’ditation’."
The white-haired man levitates mid-air, legs crossed sitting, chanting word by word:
"Through endless void, mountains and rivers, relying on none but oneself; through vast eons, past and present, relying purely on the mont..."
Despite sweating profusely, Qin Shi sits down, regulates his breathing, and repeats the white-haired man’s incantation.
The spiritual telekinesis within the sea of consciousness gathers, focuses, and transforms into so frightening power to pry open the material universe!
The tremor quickly spreads!
Centered around Qin Shi, the gravel on the surrounding ground shakes, dust floats.
"Through endless void, mountains and rivers, relying on none but oneself; through vast eons, past and present, relying purely on the mont..."
One word after another erges from Qin Shi’s mouth, the spirit imitating dragons and serpents, emanating radiant gold light.
Minutes later, the spiritual telekinesis pouring out from the sea of consciousness does not deplete but instead grows more turbulent.
Boom!
Even the massive reservoir dam under Qin Shi trembles in sync with his breathing rhythm.
What kind of strong spirit is this?
The entire flood control dam seems to be hit by a giant wave, making a dull rumbling sound.
The thick, solid cent and steel are shaken by a person’s spiritual will, showing dense cracks.
If Qin Shi wished, he could even tear it into two!
At the mont the flood control dam trembles, the old n who were exercising there disappear.
"You’re still a bit away from the ’Sitting and Forgetting’ level."
Qi Wuxiang suddenly appears, floating a few ters above the ground, looking down at Qin Shi:
"It’s been a hundred years, why can’t the spiritual domain break through?
By reason, this kid’s aptitude and talent should match yours, there’s no reason for such slowness."
Suspended in air, He Lanchan shakes his head:
"That’s not how it works. If developing Life Force is seen as a marathon, whether genius or diocrity, the difference between the two is simply who can run ahead.
This is the individual difference between people.
Yet, seen differently, if developing Life Force is like climbing a mountain, it’s not like you can climb to a thousand ters in an hour, and then reach the top in five hours.
During this journey, you might fatigue, be injured, or choose to give up due to hunger, fear, lack of companions, and various reasons.
Ultimately reaching the peak is rare.
Qi Wuxiang shows a confused, unempathetic expression; for him, cultivation was like eating and drinking.
Just continue doing it, and naturally, you can beco an outstanding one.
"You’re so arrogant, always boasting ’peerless talent,’ so why can’t you take that step?"
He Lanchan silently turns his face away, showing an "impossible to communicate" distaste.
"Because Martial God is not the accumulation of Life Force nor the accumulation of cultivation years. That step..."
Qi Wuxiang pauses, rare seriousness appearing:
"I am just thinking, how to step that step more perfectly!"
He Lanchan throws cold water:
"According to Xiao Qin, even after decades, you still have not thought of the ’perfect solution.’"
Qi Wuxiang pays no mind, directly countering:
"But I’m still alive, with life cos opportunity. But you’re already dead, destined never to step that step."
He Lanchan remains expressionless:
"I have a legacy, Xiao Qin will take that step for , I’m confident in that.
No matter if Dongxia’s ninth millennium ends, and the tenth begins, soone will continue the path I walked.
But you? Without Xiao Qin appearing, your ’The One Path Through the Ages’ would’ve already been cut off, you should be thankful to ."
The two most dazzling among the first ten masters, like squabbling elentary students, argue sharply and refuse to concede.
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