"And the one who created the Imaginary Construction thods is the most brilliant star among them. His talent surpasses even that of the Mountain and Sea Walker. It is precisely with his help that the Mountain and Sea Walker could journey safely from the end of the Mountain Sea to its beginning, traversing the Realm of Eternal Silence smoothly."
Having introduced the origins of Divine Power Techniques, Xingfu seed to see the flickering light and shadow of the Mountain Sea Apocalypse on this infinite-sided yellow crystal.
Every facet reflects traces left by possibilities that once existed between the mountains and seas.
Endless possibilities converge to the end of ti.
At the annihilation of the mountains and seas, they transform into a dazzling yellow gemstone.
Observing its traces, reflecting on one’s mories.
Moved by the scene, contrasting the two.
Reappearing in the void, reconstructing from imagination.
"Indescribably wonderful!"
Excited, Xingfu danced with joy and couldn’t help but loudly praise.
The yellow crystal suddenly exploded with countless beams of light, occupying all his vision and perception, and then disappeared into Xingfu’s sea of consciousness.
When Xingfu could see again, the respected ones of the Realm of Life and Death had disappeared from view.
Below him, thousands of long river phantoms stood side by side, roaring and surging.
More than ten figures hovered above, observing sothing unknown.
Xingfu could sense the occasional aura of Imaginary Construction emanating from them.
As for the respected ones...
They seed not to be present in this space.
Although Xingfu had beco an Awakener, the calamity of life and death had no mandatory task requirents.
It was entirely up to one’s own intention to carry out.
Of course, if one could contribute to the exploration of the Mountain Sea Path, the respected ones would not be stingy with rewards.
Whether it was personally discussing cultivation with them or having them help stabilize the Imaginary Holand, as long as the requests were not excessive, the respected ones would fulfill them.
Xingfu had once wondered, if the Mountain Sea Path were truly depicted, ultimately, who would this Heavensreach Dao Path belong to?
Would the respected ones from the calamity of life and death turn against each other, fighting to seize it?
But without any explanation from the respected ones, Xingfu quickly understood on his own.
The Mountain Sea Path cannot be robbed or taken away.
It all depends on one’s own fate and creation.
In the Realm of Life and Death, ultimately, who can master the Mountain Sea Path is not key. The most crucial is the cultivators of the Realm of Life and Death mastering the Mountain Sea Path.
"That is to say, everyone has the opportunity to rise to the heavens like Lord Guardian Hill." As this thought arose, Xingfu was imdiately filled with high spirits.
Without delay, he turned to the Imaginary thod to begin depicting and comparing.
Imaginary Construction, repeated comparisons, to explore the Mountain Sea Path.
This process is very much like painting a series of pictures.
At first, it might feel fresh.
But slowly, it would begin to feel tedious.
Because you would discover, as you inch closer to the truth, regardless of how many paintings are traced, they are all identical.
No difference whatsoever.
What Dao Yan erased, how could it be so easily scrutinized and reproduced?
It can only co from countless attempts, a montary flash of insight.
"No wonder there are twenty-three awakeners, yet only sixteen are here," Xingfu vaguely understood.
Those people lost hope and chose to give up.
Others’ choices would not affect Xingfu.
Relentlessly, tirelessly repeating Imaginary Construction. Using his sharp intuition and past mories to compare carefully.
Each repetition bore no fruit, extrely tedious.
But he savored it.
Imrsed, letting years pass unnoticed.
New awakeners arrived, and despairing ones left.
Xingfu always stood above the flowing river’s shadows, creating painting after painting.
But...
The Heavenly Dao does not necessarily reward diligence, nor does effort always yield results.
No matter how tirelessly Xingfu tried, he made no progress at all.
The Mountain Sea Path, truly like an unseen ghost.
No matter what thods you use, it remains elusive.
Even with Xingfu’s firm nature, he couldn’t help feeling a bit dejected for a ti.
In a daze, he suddenly recalled the ti in the Primordial Immortal Realm when the Mountain Sea Path simultaneously appeared.
"Birds of a feather flock together, people are grouped accordingly."
"Such aimless imagination is so inefficient. Even until the end of the Mountain Sea, we might not glimpse its faintest shadow."
"If I could master the Eternal Life Path like Lord Guardian Hill, using it as a lead, perhaps I could fish out this hidden ghost."
Thinking of this, Xingfu’s eyes suddenly focused.
It’s as if he touched on sothing key, his gaze undergoing several changes in an instant.
As if he changed in a mont, or as if it was just an illusion.
This realization seed to have never occurred.
Xingfu continued his laborious repetition.
Until one day, the peace of the Realm of Life and Death was shattered.
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Whether it was personally discussing cultivation with them or having them help stabilize the Imaginary Holand, as long as the requests were not excessive, the respected ones would fulfill them.
Xingfu had once wondered, if the Mountain Sea Path were truly depicted, ultimately, who would this Heavensreach Dao Path belong to?
Would the respected ones from the calamity of life and death turn against each other, fighting to seize it?
But without any explanation from the respected ones, Xingfu quickly understood on his own.
The Mountain Sea Path cannot be robbed or taken away.
It all depends on one’s own fate and creation.
In the Realm of Life and Death, ultimately, who can master the Mountain Sea Path is not key. The most crucial is the cultivators of the Realm of Life and Death mastering the Mountain Sea Path.
"That is to say, everyone has the opportunity to rise to the heavens like Lord Guardian Hill." As this thought arose, Xingfu was imdiately filled with high spirits.
Without delay, he turned to the Imaginary thod to begin depicting and comparing.
Imaginary Construction, repeated comparisons, to explore the Mountain Sea Path.
This process is very much like painting a series of pictures.
At first, it might feel fresh.
But slowly, it would begin to feel tedious.
Because you would discover, as you inch closer to the truth, regardless of how many paintings are traced, they are all identical.
No difference whatsoever.
What Dao Yan erased, how could it be so easily scrutinized and reproduced?
It can only co from countless attempts, a montary flash of insight.
"No wonder there are twenty-three awakeners, yet only sixteen are here," Xingfu vaguely understood.
Those people lost hope and chose to give up.
Others’ choices would not affect Xingfu.
Relentlessly, tirelessly repeating Imaginary Construction. Using his sharp intuition and past mories to compare carefully.
Each repetition bore no fruit, extrely tedious.
But he savored it.
Imrsed, letting years pass unnoticed.
New awakeners arrived, and despairing ones left.
Xingfu always stood above the flowing river’s shadows, creating painting after painting.
But...
The Heavenly Dao does not necessarily reward diligence, nor does effort always yield results.
No matter how tirelessly Xingfu tried, he made no progress at all.
The Mountain Sea Path, truly like an unseen ghost.
No matter what thods you use, it remains elusive.
Even with Xingfu’s firm nature, he couldn’t help feeling a bit dejected for a ti.
In a daze, he suddenly recalled the ti in the Primordial Immortal Realm when the Mountain Sea Path simultaneously appeared.
"Birds of a feather flock together, people are grouped accordingly."
"Such aimless imagination is so inefficient. Even until the end of the Mountain Sea, we might not glimpse its faintest shadow."
"If I could master the Eternal Life Path like Lord Guardian Hill, using it as a lead, perhaps I could fish out this hidden ghost."
Thinking of this, Xingfu’s eyes suddenly focused.
It’s as if he touched on sothing key, his gaze undergoing several changes in an instant.
As if he changed in a mont, or as if it was just an illusion.
This realization seed as if it never happened.
Yet Xingfu continued his laborious repetition.
Until one day, the peace of the Realm of Life and Death was broken.
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