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Chapter 362 The 13,000th Year of the Starry Sky Calendar
This world is truly bizarre, wondrous, and captivating!

In the dimly lit cave, Chen Xu stood in front of the murals inside.

He was completely overwhelmed by an indescribable shock, far greater than when he first discovered the existence of the Culinary Scripture.

Chen Xu didn't want to admit it, but at this moment he had to come to a sudden realization.

The vast and boundless world of Kyushu that he once saw might be nothing more than a speck of dust in the face of a truly great world.

Dust is one thing, but if it's a mural—

And Chen Xu is the person in the painting!

How should this be explained?

When he was painting, he once lamented that the world of dust in the well was as small as duckweed.

Little did they know that the vast land of China was nothing more than a painting of mountains and rivers!

A thousand years of worldly affairs, a fleeting moment of romance.

The world within the painting is captured with just a few strokes of ink.

In this way, people are busy with their own lives, but who would have thought that they themselves are the subjects of a painting?

But now, Chen Xu stands outside the painting, looking back at the world within it, yet he feels no sense of transcendence or joy at having "jumped out of the painting."

His emotions were complex; as fellow subjects in the painting, there was no need for him to laugh at others' shortcomings.

Furthermore, Chen Xu can now understand the immense sense of oppression he felt when he first arrived in this world.

If he truly came from the painting, then compared to the vast world before us, his existence might represent a breakthrough from "two-dimensional" to "three-dimensional," from "flat" to "three-dimensional."

As simple as a "piece of paper," how can Chen Xu not be subjected to endless pressure from this world?
In fact, although Chen Xu has barely adapted to the omnipresent and terrifying pressure of this world, it is only a "barely adapted" situation. This does not mean that the pressure this world puts on Chen Xu has disappeared.

He still feels oppressed all the time.

It seemed as if the entire world was rejecting him, silently telling him: Go back!

Go back to the world you belong in, go to where you belong, and live the life you are meant to live.

Chen Xu, however, was unwilling to go back.

He didn't mean he would never go back, after all, his parents, relatives, and close friends were still in the "world in the painting".

There are like-minded people like Wen Daoyuan, and close companions like the little hedgehog and the little mouse.

Although we are all just passersby in this world, everyone who lives here has responsibilities to some extent.

This is a natural bond that connects people with the world.

As for the claim that the world depicted in the painting is all illusion, since one has already transcended illusion, there is no need to look back on the past.

Chen Xu would not agree with such a delusional idea.

He was momentarily dazed when he first discovered the truth of the world and realized the person in his painting.

For a moment, Chen Xu also had some self-doubt.

But he quickly regained his senses.

Just as a small well in a courtyard in Pingyang City could contain a kingdom of dust.

Then the murals in this nameless cave could also depict the world of Kyushu.

Chen Xu never felt that the Dust Kingdom was an illusion, even though it was as small as a speck of dust. Yet, the tiny people living in the Dust Kingdom were all vivid and real.

They have their own joys and sorrows, and their own cycles of life and death.

So who can say they are delusional?

The same applies to everything in the world of Kyushu.

Whether it's ordinary people on the streets or birds, beasts, and spirits in the countryside and mountains, who doesn't have their own life?
The tofu from Rong Si Niang's shop at the South Street intersection is genuine; every morning, the aroma of soybeans wafts from that tofu shop facing the street.

In the school, those spirited scholars aiming for fame and fortune were not fake; many of them had studied diligently, even to the point of hanging their heads from beams and pricking their thighs with awls, striving with all their might.

During the South-to-North Water Diversion Project, all those cheering and tearful people were genuine; they too had rushed to the riverbeds, shoveling soil and carrying loads of sand...

If all of this is defined solely by the phrase "in the painting," then what is Chen Xu?
Therefore, although it is a world within a painting, everything is real.

He is not a figment of imagination, and his life is not flat!

What is the purpose of cultivating personal power?
It is about breaking through limits and transcending boundaries to create miracles when things are impossible, difficult, or unthinkable...

Chen Xu's mind had never been so clear before; his true energy surged through his meridians, and his literary spirit churned within his sea of ​​words.

The transcendence he sought was never simply about running away without looking back, leaving behind a mess.

Rather, it is about becoming truly powerful, about having boundless strength so that everything is under my control.

Only in this way can one achieve true spiritual practice and true freedom.

In the sea of ​​literature, the ink-stained boat sped towards the other shore like an arrow, and once again he felt a surge of literary energy.

Seeing things, experiencing things, understanding one's mind, and seeing one's true nature—this is also one of the essences of Confucian and Taoist cultivation.

Chen Xu experienced an unprecedented shock, and at this moment he understood his own heart, and his literary talent soared even higher.

As his literary energy surged, he suddenly felt that the pressure that had been pressing in from all directions had actually lessened somewhat!
Although it was only a very tiny bit, it was obviously great news.

Chen Xu was overjoyed. Could it be that his powerful literary energy could help him counteract the oppression of the world at this moment?
Click click click——

Chen Xu finally straightened his back, going from being slightly hunched over.

It is so difficult to resist the pressures of this world, and being able to stand up straight is clearly a victory at this stage.

Chen Xu took shallow breaths, not daring to absorb too much spiritual energy.

He began to think about how he could stay in this world longer, and what this world was really like.
Now that he has come, how can he return? And after returning, how can he "ascend" again?
Many questions cannot be answered by simply pondering them in a cave.

Chen Xu must try to get out of there as soon as possible.

He examined the cave again, scrutinizing every inch from top to bottom.

This place is clearly remote and secluded.

Apart from the magnificent mural on the cave wall, the entire cave seemed to have been abandoned by time.

The air was quiet, with the faint sound of dripping water in the distance.

In the dim light, the rocks on the ground appeared a faded bluish-gray.

Chen Xu calmly observed everything and soon discovered several lines of vertical text in the lower left corner of the mural.

This was actually the inscription and signature.

Most of the characters were clear and familiar to Chen Xu, and were identical to the script of the Dali people.

Only a few words are blurred, and it's unclear whether this is due to the passage of time or some other reason.

Writing: As the year draws to a close and the moon shines bright, I pass by... I hear the legends of the elders, and I hear that there is a land of immortals in the murals.

Humans and demons lived together in harmony, and the country was well-educated... The words of great Confucian scholars were lawful and their pronouncements were followed by the law.

My heart yearns for it, but I have searched the mountains and fields and have not found the divine kingdom.

So he erected a painting here, depicting the divine kingdom in his heart.

May the divine kingdom never be filled with numerous sects, conflicts between immortals and demons, or catastrophes...

In the 13,000th year of the Starry Sky Calendar, during the Sunflower Rabbit Frost Sequence, a minor repair during the Tribulation Transcending Period... Star Returns, drawing and writing books while ill.

In just over a hundred words, the information contained is incredibly rich, leaving one in awe once again.

Chen Xu paid particular attention to the last line: "13,000 years of the Starry Sky Calendar, the Frost of the Rabbit Year, Minor Cultivation during the Tribulation Transcending Stage!"

Whether it's the ancient era revealed by the calendar here, or the five words "minor repair during the tribulation period," they all evoke a sense of indescribable grandeur and vastness.

A cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage, yet he calls himself a "minor cultivator"?
In fact, Chen Xu did not know what the "Tribulation Transcending Period" was, since there was no such thing as the Tribulation Transcending Period in the Great Li Kingdom.

The cultivators of the Great Li Dynasty begin with cultivating Qi, and their cultivation stages are: Mortal Embryo, Meridian Opening, Core Formation, and Spirit Gathering.

As for what happens after the spirit gathers, usually no one knows.

Or rather, the realm after gathering the spirit simply does not exist in Dali.

However, Chen Xu cultivated the Culinary Cauldron Heavenly Book, and his Culinary God Scroll clearly listed the subsequent realms.

Its stages are: Mortal Body, Opening Meridians, Condensing Elixir, Gathering Spirit, Transforming Emptiness, Entering the Subtle, Returning to Truth, and Uniting with the Dao!
Although Chen Xu has now cultivated to the Golden Core stage, he has only taken the first small part of the long path of cultivation.

As for what kind of realm "crossing tribulation" is, Chen Xu guessed that "crossing tribulation" should be the peak of a certain cultivation path.

However, in this text, "Crossing Tribulation" refers to himself as a minor cultivator.

If transcending tribulation is considered minor cultivation, then what is the Golden Core?
Faced with such a vast world, Chen Xu once again deeply felt his own insignificance.

He gazed at the mural of the gods before him, his mind wandering uncontrollably.

As Chen Xu contemplated the infinite vastness of the world, he felt not fear or hardship, but rather joy and excitement.

The road is long and arduous, but I will still follow the current upstream.

He memorized the words and images before him and decided to leave the cave and carefully explore the outside.

With this thought in mind, Chen Xu slowly regulated his breathing and walked slowly outside.

He walked very slowly, partly because the place was unfamiliar, and partly because the pressure from the world was still immense. Chen Xu's physical limitations meant he couldn't walk fast to begin with.

At the same time, his thoughts could not be as expansive as they were in the Dali Kingdom, so Chen Xu became more cautious as he walked.

He walked carefully, taking one step at a time, and often had to hold onto the cave wall beside him.

The roads inside the cave are rugged and uneven, sometimes going up and sometimes down, and the passages are sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, sometimes requiring many turns.

There are many forks in the road.

Chen Xu memorized all the forks in the road; he possessed a photographic memory, and the immense pressure of the world could not impede the speed of his thinking.

After walking for nearly two hours, passing through many dead ends along the way, Chen Xu finally found the entrance to the cave by following the light!

Firstly, thankfully, although the cave was rugged, there were no other dangers.

At the same time, Chen Xu was also worried about the safety of the murals in the cave.

These murals are attached to a cave. It is unknown whether the world depicted in the murals will survive if the cave collapses one day or if outsiders destroy the murals.
Chen Xu kept these worries to himself, but for the time being, he had no solution.

Fortunately, these murals have existed for many years, and since they have survived for so long, they should not have any problems in the short term.

Chen Xu simply kept this matter in mind.

He had no intention of worrying unnecessarily; he could only wait and see.

The cave entrance ahead was about half a person's height, with dense vines intertwined and hanging down, partially obscuring the entrance.

Light from outside pierced through the gaps in the vines. Instead of rushing forward, Chen Xu took a long stick from the kitchen and carefully used it to part the vines around the opening.

As soon as they parted the door, they suddenly heard two voices talking outside: "According to the 'Travels of the Immortals of Jizhou,' the Old Ancestor Xinghui once recuperated in this mountain. Although the spiritual cave here has been abandoned, I do not believe that there are no treasures left by the Old Ancestor here."

Unfortunately, the compass malfunctioned here.

Then came a surprised shout: "Hey, senior brother, there's some noise over there! Quick, let's go check it out!"

(End of this chapter)