noffsinger Chapter 68 Qingyun Daoist
Chapter 68 Qingyun Daoist
What Shen Qing didn't know was that Huang Yuanji was also completely immersed in the profound sounds of the Great Dao.
However, the meaning of the Daoist teachings that Huang Yuanji heard was somewhat different.
His foundation was based on the ancestral principle of the survival of the fittest, but now, under the deduction of the profound sound of the Great Dao, Huang Yuanji has gained new insights.
From the most primitive laws of survival in the jungle to the brutal competition for resources in the cultivation world, and then to the power struggles and checks and balances between aristocratic families, everything was presented before his eyes.
Daoyin did not deny the law of the jungle, but it elevated this simple law of killing into a complete strategic path encompassing advance and retreat, choices, forbearance and outburst.
The cultivation bottleneck that had plagued Huang Yuanji for many years was suddenly broken at this moment.
His years of experience in battle on the Chuzhou battlefield, as well as the fragments of words he had read in Huang Gongwang's notes that he had never been able to understand, were all thoroughly integrated into his understanding in this sudden enlightenment.
Huang Yuanji's cultivation level broke through directly from the third level of Foundation Establishment to the fourth level of Foundation Establishment.
As the Daoist chant gradually faded, Huang Yuanji did not immediately open his eyes, but continued to calmly digest what he had gained.
The ancestral path has been completed, and the road to cultivation is now fully open. After stepping into the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, he has already vaguely glimpsed a higher realm.
But apart from that, he still knew nothing.
He had no idea where the Dao sound came from, what triggered it, or when it would sound again.
Huang Yuanji had already searched every inch of Qingyun Mountain, but this sound appeared out of thin air in his consciousness and disappeared without leaving a trace.
However, none of this mattered to Huang Yuanji. Since Daoyin truly existed, he could wait indefinitely.
If you can't find it the first time, search ten times; if you can't find it the ten times, search a hundred times. If you can't find the truth in this lifetime, let your descendants continue the search.
Huang Yuanji stood up, brushed the pine needles and dirt off his robes, and looked up at the Huang family mansion that was beginning to take shape on Qingyun Mountain.
Although he didn't know where the sound came from, Huang Yuanji had already realized that he was probably the only one in the entire Qingyun Mountain who had heard that mysterious sound.
Therefore, he deduced that to hear that profound Dao sound, one should at least be at the Foundation Establishment stage.
At this moment, he had only one regret: Huang Dehou was not on the mountain when the Daoist chant rang out.
If he could also hear this sound, given his age and comprehension, the Huang family might very well produce a promising talent at the Core Formation stage.
However, opportunities are always predetermined and cannot be forced. Moreover, the spiritual vein in the Huang family ancestral hall is the foundation of the Huang family's existence, and someone must be stationed there to guard it.
Huang Yuanji withdrew his gaze and strode down the mountain.
He already had a plan in mind regarding how the Huang family should proceed and what path they should take.
Shen Qing opened her eyes.
The coffin was completely dark, but after he extended his divine sense, every blade of grass and every tree within a radius of several miles became clearly visible.
With the foundation established, the flawless Dao Platform slowly rotates in the dantian, each rotation causing the spiritual energy around the body to surge endlessly.
Shen Qing suppressed the excitement in his heart and did not rush to break through the soil.
Shen Qing withdrew his divine sense and began to plan his next steps.
Foundation Establishment is merely a leap in life level; it does not mean that combat power will immediately surge.
Without divine sense, one cannot even cast a decent supernatural spell during the Qi Refining stage. Although he has now condensed his divine sense, he still needs time to master supernatural spells before he can truly possess the strength to confront Huang Yuanji head-on.
Sword Control Technique is the only Foundation Establishment Divine Skill that has been completely inherited by the Qingyun Sect. It uses spiritual power to condense a sword and divine sense to control the sword. When mastered, it can take a person's head from several miles away.
"Use your heart as the furnace, and your spirit as the fire..."
Shen Qing silently recited the incantation, and was about to concentrate his mind and circulate his energy according to the mental technique when suddenly a strange tremor surged into his heart.
Shen Qing suddenly opened his eyes and spread his divine sense with all his might.
There was no one there, and no spiritual energy fluctuations, yet the tremor did not subside; instead, it grew stronger.
Shen Qing held his breath and extended his divine sense down to his feet, through the three feet of frozen soil, through the cracks in the rock strata, and all the way into the interior of the mountain.
There was nothing there; at least, Shen Qing's divine sense could not detect anything unusual.
But then, without warning, that voice rang in his heart.
The voice was very soft, as if it came from across countless mountains and rivers.
How old are you?
Shen Qing froze.
It wasn't a hallucination! The voice was calm and casual, like an old friend casually meeting you on a quiet afternoon and asking, "Have you eaten?"
"Who?"
Shen Qing's heart suddenly raced. He was already a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but the voice did not answer his question and just continued talking to itself.
"After more than two hundred years... finally one person has been found."
There was a sigh, a sense of relief, and a hint of inexplicable loneliness in that voice.
"Who are you?" Shen Qing asked again, his voice echoing in his mind, but he received no response.
The sound seemed to vanish, and there was no further response.
Shen Qing waited for a while, and only after confirming that the sound would not be heard again did she slowly exhale.
Shen Qing leaned against the coffin wall, stroking the Qingyun Sword that was buried with him.
More than two hundred years?
This timing was somewhat sensitive for Shen Qing, stirring up ripples in her heart.
It has been exactly 216 years since the founding of Qingyun Sect.
Shen Qing did not continue practicing the sword control technique, but waited quietly.
He had a vague premonition that the voice would return.
Sure enough, after a while, the voice rang out from my heart again, clearer than before, carrying a sense of vicissitude that transcends time.
"Whom do you belong to?"
Shen Qing composed himself and answered in his mind, "Shen Qing, the fifth generation sect leader of Qingyun Sect, and my master is the Taoist Fushan."
"Fu Shan?" The voice hesitated for a moment, then said, "A disciple of Han Yan?"
"No, Master Hanyan is my great-grandmaster. My great-grandmaster took Yueheng as his disciple, and my master Yueheng took my master Fushan as his disciple."
The mysterious being fell silent once again.
"It is quite remarkable that you have achieved so much in this barren land."
After a long pause, the man's tone took on a more complex meaning.
Shen Qing didn't respond; he was waiting for this person to reveal their origins.
The coffin remained quiet for a long time, with only the faint sounds of hibernating insects turning over in the frozen soil above.
Shen Qing's divine sense could perceive how they were curled up deep in the soil, their every breath carrying the pulse of the earth.
Then the voice finally spoke.
Aren't you going to ask who I am?
"If you are willing to speak, you will naturally do so."
The man smiled, a smile that carried a sense of melancholy born of experience, and also a faint hint of approval.
"Very well. In 216 years, you are the first person worthy to hear this story."
The voice paused for a moment, and when it rang out again, its tone was more solemn and dignified, as if every word carried the weight of a thousand pounds.
"Listen carefully, my name is Qingyun, and I am the founder of the Qingyun Sect."
Shen Qing's seated body trembled slightly. Although he had already guessed, hearing the other party say it with his own ears still shocked him.
Qingyun Daoist!
Shen Qing went up Qingyun Mountain at the age of thirteen and became a disciple of the Taoist Fushan. He kowtowed three times every morning and evening and kowtowed countless times to the spirit tablet in the ancestral hall.
He had been worshipping a dead man from two hundred years ago for his entire life, and now that dead man himself had spoken.
"Master, please forgive me, but I am currently unable to perform the proper greeting due to my physical limitations."
"No need for formalities. I am no longer your ancestor, but merely a remnant soul trapped in this small space."
"I am sending you this message today because I have something to tell you. This matter concerns the Daoist voice you heard when you were establishing your foundation, and it concerns the true origin of the Qingyun Sect."
Shen Qing held her breath, suppressing the shock in her heart.
"Before we talk about that, tell me, how is the Qingyun Sect doing now?"