The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 252 Heavenly Gang Perfected, Earthly Fiends Complete

Daohai Palace, in the quiet room.

Xuanming opened his eyes, his gaze revealing the emergence of a world and the surging of primordial Dao intent.

After the strange phenomenon disappeared, he did not immediately leave seclusion, but continued to sit cross-legged to digest what he had learned, until a month later.

Upon waking up again, Xuanming raised his hands, his left palm surging with thirty-six streams of pure energy, and his right palm swirling with seventy-two streams of turbid energy.

As expected, his two-month seclusion yielded remarkable results. He not only perfected the "Primordial Qi Technique" and resolved the issues related to subsequent methods, but also was able to cultivate steadily and without worry to the point of reaching the half-step Great Power level.

He also created the latter half of the "Zhou Tian Yang Shen Fa" (a method for cultivating the spirit through the cycle of heaven and earth), which can condense 365 main acupoint stars and deities. In particular, the nine stars of the nine acupoints can be refined in particular. When the main star deity returns to its position, it is the time when the divine body of the Ziwei Emperor is born.

In addition, Xuanming comprehended the complete Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals and Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Divine Powers:
Observing the creation and evolution of all things, he comprehended the art of manipulating creation; observing the resentment and curses of all beings, and learning the Three Arrows of Nailhead from the Lord of the Underworld, he comprehended the Seven Arrows of Nailhead; experiencing the passage of time and the rotation of the sun and moon, and combining this with his already comprehended laws of time, he comprehended the fleeting nature of a flower's bloom.

With the combined powers of the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends, Xuanming understands that the Heavenly Gang is the origin of pure energy, while the Earthly Fiends are the root of turbid energy.

One is Yangming, the other is Yinchen.

One is the law, the other is the technique.

The combination of the two is the Tao, the One, the Primordial Chaos.

This is an unparalleled divine power.

When cultivation reaches its peak, one can create heaven and earth and recreate the universe, or destroy heaven and earth and reverse the order of purity and impurity.

Creation and destruction coexist.

This is a divine power that allows him to roam freely across the world.

It encompasses all principles and includes everything.

Even if he achieves great power in the future, he will still find it difficult to fully comprehend its mysteries.

Even now, as long as he masters the remaining Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Divine Powers, he can begin to borrow the power of creation.

The power of creation is exclusive to the most powerful beings.

With this ability, he would have more confidence in this world and be able to pursue the Tao with greater peace of mind.

It may even bring us closer to becoming a great being.

However, the most important thing is still Tai Xuan Tian.

With this in mind, Xuanming focused his mind on his middle dantian.

There is a world suspended here, spanning three hundred miles in size, filled with endless primordial energy.

Primordial Primordial Qi, Primordial Beginning Qi, Primordial Initial Qi, Primordial Chaotic Qi...

The fusion of various energies helps him evolve the laws of heaven and earth, simulate the birth of the universe, and set the direction of the evolution of the world.

It can also be assimilated into primordial energy and used to transform all living beings.

This will be another fundamental aspect of his life.

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Calming himself, Xuanming stepped out of the quiet room.

Instead of immediately studying the scriptures, he stepped downstairs and walked out of Daohai Palace. As he passed the counter on the first floor, he greeted the drunken and unconscious great master.

The latter, half-drunk and half-awake, only vaguely waved his hand before continuing to sleep soundly on the counter. It wasn't until Xuanming walked out of the Dao Hai Palace gate that he opened his sleepy eyes, glanced at the somewhat different rising star of the Daoist sect, and chuckled:
"In just half a year, he seems to have comprehended something extraordinary. His spirit and energy are even better than before. Master's insight is as sharp as ever. It seems that our Daoist sect will surely usher in another glorious era." This is a joyous occasion, and we should raise a toast!

Thinking this, Zui Da Neng took a swig of wine and continued his life of debauchery. This was his hobby and his way of life.

Interestingly, because of this Xuanming Zhenjun, he traveled thousands of miles in his spirit and made a special trip to Fuyun Mountain. There, he met a big, simple-minded man at the Qiuzhen Temple. They were kindred spirits and got along quite well.

Now, a wisp of his divine consciousness disguises him as a winemaker, and he has opened a Tavern called Forget-Worry in Fuyun County, just waiting for that big, simple-minded guy to come down the mountain so he can travel around and pass on all his knowledge.

Even if I travel far away with my teacher in the future, I will have no regrets.

"Fine wine! I... have a pot of wine that can hold the waters of the Three Rivers; I have a pot of wine that can hold the Five Sacred Mountains..."

The muttering grew fainter and fainter.

After drinking too much alcohol, his nose turned red, and he fell into a deep sleep.

With his white hair flowing and his Taoist robe fluttering, Xuanming strolled leisurely on the mountain where Daohai Palace was located, enjoying the scenery and relaxing his mind and body.

After sightseeing, he went down the mountain and spent half a month traveling in the nearest town. He rented a shop in the city, disguised himself as an old tree spirit, and started selling fruit. He would either haggle with customers over every penny or chat with a group of old demons.

He had a good balance between tension and relaxation, and he understood how to fix it.

Half a month later, Xuanming felt refreshed and returned to Daohai Palace. He spent his days reading scriptures and his nights cultivating his supernatural powers.

Sometimes, when the mood strikes, he would drink and chat with the Drunken Great, exchanging ideas on the Dao and even having a debate. In this way, a new spring of wine would appear in the Taiji Heaven, and a new aroma of wine would waft through the Taixuan Heaven.

Xuanming had a clearer understanding of the great beings and a deeper comprehension of the principles. Many of his questions were answered, which is why he preferred to communicate with them. He gained new insights every time he finished drinking with them.

Ten months after entering the Dao Sea Palace, the Master of the Taiping Dao sent a message that Xuanming would return to the Taiping Palace three days later.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the Master of Taiping Dao didn't waste any words. He sat cross-legged on his cloud bed, spoke from the heart, and fulfilled his promise to preach the Dao to Xuanming. Xuanming sat cross-legged on his futon, his understanding enhanced by the Yellow Court Qi, and listened attentively without any distractions.

His preaching was extraordinary.

Heaven and earth were moved, and strange phenomena arose.

Inside the Taoist palace, flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and seedlings sprouted from the endless yellow sand. An oasis slowly unfolded in the boundless desert, clear springs gushed forth, flowers bloomed, birds sang, and the yellow sand of the Gobi Desert polished a dazzling pearl, demonstrating the earth's profound virtue.

As the oasis was formed, the sun blazed down, and moisture evaporated. White clouds drifted across the oasis, gradually thickening and changing color, from light to dark, accumulating into dark clouds that loomed over the city. These dark clouds collided with each other, creating a yin-yang balance, resulting in lightning and thunder, and a torrential downpour that nourished the oasis, forming a cycle that showcased the wonder of the natural world's cycles.

The sounds of Tao resonated, and the phenomena of Tao were mysterious and wondrous.

Xuanming was immersed in it. The magical power that had surged after consuming the spiritual wine given to him by the half-immortal Zhong Neng was less superficial and more stable.

As the Master of Taiping Dao delved deeper into the subject, his profound understanding grew daily, and his Daoist cultivation increased. Although the Master's Dao of Great Virtue and Profound Morality did not align with his own Great Dao of Primordial Chaos, Primordial Chaos is inherently inclusive, and the lessons learned from others can be used to refine one's own character.

Xuanming listened to the Dao, constantly analyzed it, and filled in the gaps, so his Daoist cultivation naturally improved.

The sermon ended a month later.

The Lord of Taiping waved his sleeve, and Xuanming appeared outside the hall. He stood up, bowed, and expressed his gratitude. Then he turned and returned to Daohai Palace, where he had to go into seclusion for more than a month to digest what he had learned.

After crossing the border, it was the end of the year.

Inside the small world, every household was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. Humans hung red lanterns, ghosts hung white lanterns, demons hung green lanterns, and gods hung colorful lanterns. Xuanming walked out of Daohai Palace, politely declined the invitation of the nine-tailed fox demon, and came to his rented courtyard to enjoy the New Year.

His old friends presented him with New Year's gifts, and Xuanming returned the gifts one by one. Just as he was planning to enjoy the New Year in comfort, on New Year's Eve, his expression suddenly paused, and then he sneered.

(End of this chapter)