Chapter 29

"Xun represents the wind! Wind is the movement of qi. When cold and heat clash, two winds overlap, the long wind never ceases, and it penetrates every crevice!"

"Zhen represents thunder! Thunder is a great sound, and when the sound vibrates, it is heard for a hundred miles. The east is associated with wood, which has yin and yang, and when they combine, it becomes Zhen!"

Zongshou's index finger deftly drew the final blood mark on the stone stele, causing a series of sounds, varying in volume, to emanate from the Heavenly Talisman Platform. The melody was bizarre, at times clearing the mind and at others leaving one dazed.

Zongshou sucked on the wound on his finger, feeling somewhat helpless, and waited for the thunderous sounds beside him to dissipate.

Even without using any spiritual energy or soul consciousness, when these talismans, which contain the natural principles, were drawn, they naturally possessed a certain power of nature.

The thunder talisman was complete, and the next one was the 'Yun' (Fate) talisman.

Zongshou's brows furrowed slightly. Among the twelve Heavenly Talismans, he was least confident about this last one.

Fate and fortune are the most elusive and unpredictable. From the smallest ant to the largest nation, everything has its own 'Yun'.

In his previous life, he had also failed to truly grasp the true meaning of the great principle of fate. The reason he could successfully copy it was through countless repetitions, using the most basic method to master this talisman.

Still using his index finger, he touched the talisman, causing everyone in the training ground to hold their breath.

In just a moment, Zongshou's primordial spirit began to resonate with the talisman. Then his consciousness was forcibly extracted again.

However, this time, he was not pulled by the stone stele to observe the various natural phenomena of the world, but rather into a dream-like state, where his consciousness was completely immersed.

After an unknown amount of time, when Zongshou regained his senses, tears streamed down his face.

In a daze, Zongshou seemed to have experienced the life of an old man, the rise and fall of a nation, and the ups and downs of a life spanning several decades.

"Turns out the true meaning of 'Yun' is so simple!"

He laughed wryly, unable to describe his current feelings. The hostility he had toward the Lingyun Sect suddenly diminished.

He did not know the intentions of the Lingyun Ancestor in setting up the Lesser Luo Tian Sword Array and establishing these twelve Heavenly Talisman Steles.

But today, he, Zongshou, had also benefited from this ancient strongman to some extent.

The eleven Heavenly Talismans and eleven illusions, though he had already grasped their true meanings, were not without benefit.

And the 'Yun' talisman, though he had only understood the most basic aspects, allowed him to truly step into the door of this most unpredictable and mysterious path, which contained supreme divine power!

"Calamity is the harbinger of fortune, and fortune is the harbinger of calamity. Who knows their ultimate limit? There is no absolute right. Right turns into wrong, and good turns into evil. People have been confused about this for a long time!"

"Knowing the male, keeping the female, one becomes the stream of the world; knowing the glory, keeping the disgrace, one becomes the valley of the world; knowing the white, keeping the black, one becomes the model of the world!"

"Calamity and fortune have no door, they are summoned by oneself; the retribution of good and evil follows like a shadow!"

The Heavenly Dao is naturally existing, and so-called fate is also within the Heavenly Dao. However, it often changes due to the natural and cosmic environment, making it unpredictable. People have been confused about the fortune and misfortune in fate for a long time. The transformation of fortune and misfortune, like the change of good and evil in human nature, is unpredictable.

Therefore, "The root of calamity lies in the evil of the body and the evil of the mind; the foundation of fortune lies in the cultivation of virtue and the performance of good deeds."

—But is the true meaning of 'Yun' really so simple?

Zongshou sneered, thinking that if he entered this path, he might never truly master the way of fate in this life.

If everyone in this world were good, wouldn't there be no disasters in this world?

But for now, there was no need to delve too deeply. He was just a small spirit master who had just regained his composure, and even survival was difficult. Why should he pursue the true meaning of the great principle? He had no qualifications to seek it, and could only follow the intentions of the Lingyun Ancestor.

The blood marks followed the engravings, continuously extending. In his previous life, he had copied the 'Yun' talisman nearly a thousand times, and in this life, he had a deeper understanding of its true meaning. Each stroke he made now was strong and graceful, fluid and natural, without any of the previous ugliness.

When the last stroke was completed, the Heavenly Talisman Platform remained unchanged, but the stone stele made of light cloud stone suddenly cracked and exploded into pieces!

The entire training ground immediately fell into silence. Liang Miaozhi's face was ashen, and Lin Fei's expression was extremely serious.

Ge Hanyun, who was below the stone platform, was simply stunned, muttering to herself in a low voice.

"Amazing, he actually drew it out, when it was impossible. Father said that below the rank of Sun Wanderer, it is absolutely impossible to touch the path of fate. Not to mention Sun Wanderer, even if one has already formed a 'True Form,' they do not have such ability. We are all ants under the great principle, how can we touch the true meaning of the Heavenly Dao? And this guy's talisman writing has improved again, it's really enviable. Annoying, the 'Yun' stele is broken, where will I go to learn the talisman meaning in the future? Do I have to go to the other four major cloud lands, or the cloud palace of the Lingyun Sect—"

The young man beside her raised an eyebrow, his expression flickering, then he shook his head.

He still did not fully understand what Ge Hanyun meant, but he knew that the young man on the platform, the Crown Prince of Qiantian Mountain, had done something significant.

Zongshou maintained the posture of drawing the last stroke for a moment. At the instant the stone talisman stele shattered, a warm current flowed from his fingertip into his body, directly reaching his primordial spirit.

However, this time, the amount of the warm current was nearly ten times greater than the previous eleven talisman steles.

Zongshou finally perceived what these warm currents were.

"Turns out they are talismans, are they the seeds of the Heavenly Talisman spirit? If so, the cold energy in those eighteen sword puppets should also be as I expected—"

His thoughts flickered, and he regained his composure. Looking at the ground covered with broken stones and the still silent crowd below, he felt a sense of relief and liberation.

"Awesome!"

He laughed softly, his eyebrows rising, showing a hint of joy.

He had long wanted to crush the arrogance of the Lingyun Sect. In his previous life, though he had killed countless Lingyun disciples in the virtual realm, it did not affect the core of the sect.

But unexpectedly, in this life, reborn ten thousand years ago, he could fulfill his past wish.

"Is this the so-called unbreakable Lesser Luo Tian Sword Array? The twelve Heavenly Talismans that no one can copy? The thirty thousand disciples of the Lingyun Sect, are they not even as good as this waste, huh—"

He sneered, but his words abruptly stopped. Thinking of the gift from the Lingyun Ancestor within him, he could not bring himself to say more.

Lin Fei's expression changed slightly, then he regained his composure: "In the past, the Ancestor said that those who can achieve one of the eighteen sword puppets or the twelve Heavenly Talisman Steles can become the direct disciples of the sect leader. Those who can achieve both can enter the Ancestor Hall for three years of cultivation after ten years. What does the Crown Prince think?"

The gazes of those below immediately became focused. They were all silent, waiting for Zongshou's decision.

They knew that this thin young man, with just a word today, could surpass everyone here.

And the words "Ancestor Hall" were particularly enviable.

Liang Miaozhi, in the distance, clenched her fists, her knuckles cracking, her expression uncertain.

—In this world, there are actually people who are naturally gifted in both martial arts and spiritual techniques. And this astonishing talent has appeared in this young man!

Zongshou was also slightly shaken, his mind hesitating.

Cultivating in the Lingyun Sect's Ancestor Hall for three years? Is there such a good thing?

The Ancestor Hall of the Lingyun Sect is one of the ten great holy places in the Cloud Realm. Although it ranks last, it still gathers the essence of martial arts and soul techniques from the talented individuals of the Lingyun Sect over ten thousand years, attracting countless people.

The twelve Heavenly Talismans and the Lesser Luo Tian Sword Array, though extraordinary, are the most basic methods compared to the martial arts and spiritual techniques in the holy places.

Swallowing his saliva, Zongshou was almost drooling. But the next moment, his gaze fell on Yin Yang and Chuxue below, and he secretly mocked himself.

"Ancestor Hall? I'm actually a bit tempted. But I, Zongshou, really don't have the thick skin for it. Today, I've already been called a waste, so I don't necessarily have to join the Lingyun Sect. Anyway, you don't look up to my dual-meridian body, right?"

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