He was invincible from the beginning of the Heaven-Covering Era.

"Next, it's time to leave. Entering the void from this world isn't difficult; the challenge lies in finding the way back within the void. I hope the journey goes smoothly."

Looking at the endless wonders of nature in the landscape painting, Zhou Qing's heart almost stopped beating. It was truly terrifying. He couldn't even imagine the changes it would cause if he brought it back to his clan.

Chapter 62 Enlightenment in the Void: Understanding the Mind, Self, and Dao

After making preparations, Zhou Qing soared into the sky like a leaping dragon, scattering the surrounding clouds.

Like a shooting star moving in reverse, Zhou Qing soared into the sky at an extremely fast speed, instantly becoming just a tiny dot.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he touched a layer of light shield, which emitted a faint glow, but it was much dimmer than when Zhou Qing first landed.

"It has also become much weaker." Zhou Qing looked at the light shield, but he wasn't too surprised; this was to be expected.

He stood in the void, his purple robes fluttering in the wind, as if he were carrying a divine majesty.

He unleashed a powerful punch, his immense power distorting the very void.

"click"

He blasted a hole in the light barrier, and specks of light scattered from the broken opening, gradually dissolving into the world.

Beyond the gap lies eternal darkness and cold, the boundless void.

As Zhou Qing took a step, he instantly felt an extreme change.

He went from a celestial land brimming with vibrant life to a cold, dark void, as if he had gone from the mortal realm to the underworld—a feeling that was profound.

In the void, one cannot perceive the passage of time, and there is nothing to refer to.

The void had no end, and all around was cold darkness, where even directions were indistinguishable.

Zhou Qing remembered that he had traversed countless dimensional spaces to get here, and he was not a powerful being skilled in the Great Dao of Void, so he could not find the trace of his arrival.

However, this situation can be both dangerous and simple.

Because after Zhou Qing emerged from the Immortal Land, some of the artifacts on his body began to flicker intermittently. From the divine power of these artifacts, Zhou Qing could sense a very vague direction.

He looked behind him, where celestial clouds surged forth, and chaotic mist filled the air, creating a magnificent spectacle.

"Understanding the mind, understanding oneself, understanding the Way—if you can achieve these three things, finding the path back to the right path is not difficult."

Following the vague direction in his mind, Zhou Qing drifted through the void toward a certain location.

However, this direction alone is not enough to return, because the void is not just one layer; it contains endless dimensional space, and Zhou Qing has no way of determining which layer of space this direction is in.

“When the true self is in harmony with the Dao, the light in one’s heart can be lit, and the way home can be found,” Zhou Qing murmured to himself.

He tried to ignite the lamp in his heart, but this was not something that could be done in a short time, because it had nothing to do with cultivation level, but more importantly, it was about having a heart that sought the Dao.

During this dark journey, Zhou Qing would occasionally break through a layer of void space, then reorient his direction before continuing to drift across.

If he had done this the moment he fell into the void abyss, the difficulty would have been much lower, because he was still very close to the surface of the void, and the light in his heart wouldn't have needed to be too bright to illuminate his way back.

But now it's a hellish difficulty. It's hard to tell how many layers of space he's traversed—whether it's thousands or tens of thousands.

However, Zhou Qing was mentally prepared for this when he was preparing to return. He knew that this was not a short journey, and how long it would take to find his way home depended entirely on himself.

"Question Book"

The heart follows the path of the Tao, unites the body with the Tao, and finds its way home.

Zhou Qing drifted in the darkness for an unknown amount of time. His inner spiritual treasure began to radiate a bright light, shining brilliantly, as if it had become an ever-burning lamp, guiding the path in his heart.

At this moment, the direction in his mind gradually became clearer, but it was not enough; he needed to make his sense of direction even clearer.

"My Way, my Path, the Way of all beings, the Path of all beings."

At this rare moment of self-reflection, Zhou Qing began to recall everything that had happened since he began his cultivation.

From the moment I was born into this world, I witnessed its profound mysteries and learned countless wise sayings from the ancients.

Every sage is worthy of respect, whether he was a great emperor, a saint, or even just a cultivator in the Sea of ​​Wheels or a mortal. He had his own views on this world.

"There are no saints in the world."

At this moment, Zhou Qing suddenly thought of a sentence from the Great Emperor Wushi.

The saying "There are no saints under heaven" does not refer to the realm of sainthood in terms of cultivation, but rather to a kind of moral character. There is no one in the world who can be considered a saint, and there is no perfect person in the world.

Zhou Qing thought about many things: about mortals, about the ancient races, about immortals. Under such contemplation, his heart became increasingly bright, and the confusion in his heart sometimes suddenly increased and sometimes suddenly decreased.

Gradually, the five divine treasures in his heart began to resonate. At first, they only trembled slightly, but later all five divine treasures emitted a bright light.

At the same time, a strange Taoist sound resounded in this eternal darkness.

This sound, played with the heart as the hand, the Tao as the string, and a kind of unwavering conviction as the power, resonates gently, containing a wondrous power.

However, apart from Zhou Qing, there was nothing else to be seen in this void, and no one else could hear this Dao sound, otherwise they would surely be surprised by it.

Because this is not an ordinary Daoist sound; it represents a state of mind cultivation, an understanding of the myriad aspects of the mortal world, and a manifestation of a cultivator's strongest potential.

"Cultivating the Tao, cultivating the Tao, why do I cultivate the Tao? Why do I want to cultivate the Tao? What exactly am I cultivating?"

Zhou Qing's mind was immersed in a state of confusion. He had already closed his eyes and was asking the question, questioning his own heart.

He neither discovered that his five divine treasures were glowing, nor heard the Daoist chants resounding in the darkness.

At this moment, his divine consciousness transformed into a seven-colored ray of light in his sea of ​​consciousness, arrived at the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, and sat cross-legged before the Gate of Destiny once again.

Around the gate of destiny, there lingers an ancient and enduring rhythm.

It seems to be expounding on an ultimate, great, and vast Dao, a Dao that even heaven and earth, the sun and moon, will decay, but the gate of destiny will remain eternally immortal.

At the same time, in Zhou Qing's heart, a syllable that seemed to contain billions of chants rang out, indescribable and inexplicable, seemingly praising fate and singing the praises of fate's eternity.

Suddenly, in Zhou Qing's sea of ​​suffering, the celestial vein, which had already transformed into a ring, began to tremble slightly.

A voice kept echoing in Zhou Qing's heart.

"I am the other shore. I am the other shore. I am the other shore."

Zhou Qing was startled awake by the voice, and he suddenly recalled his thoughts during the Calamity of Lost Souls.

He did not seek the other shore, but chose to become

The other shore that all beings seek, he does not like to entrust his fate to others, he hopes to take control of his own destiny.

"People may grow old and their strength may decline, but their hearts must not die and their ideals must not be extinguished."

Zhou Qing then thought of the old scholar in Linghu City, who had no cultivation whatsoever, but whose inner light surpassed that of far too many cultivators.

At this moment, every inch of Zhou Qing's skin emitted a peculiar aura—the aura of all living beings.

Having drifted for an unknown amount of time in this endless void, Zhou Qing had already traversed thousands of levels of dimensional space, and the path home was gradually becoming clear.

The light in his heart grew brighter and brighter, almost becoming a sun. His sense of direction also became stronger and stronger, and he was just a hair's breadth away from illuminating the exact coordinates in his heart.

However, Zhou Qing still did not open his eyes. He was immersed in the rhythm of fate, and his thoughts and divine senses were sharper and clearer than ever before.

"Once you cultivate the Tao and become an immortal, can you forget your weak past and regard mortals as ants to be slaughtered at will?"

"Who is the one who says that weakness is the original sin? If weakness is sin, then everyone in the world is sinful, and there is no end to building roads."

"It's not that duckweed doesn't want to take root; mayflies are simply powerless to do so. Even ants try to survive, so how can a mantis not cherish its life?"

"It's not that people don't want to become stronger, it's just that the world is like this, the rules are there, and not everyone has the talent of the Ruthless Great Emperor."

In this endless void, in this cold and dark space, a strange Daoist sound was booming, growing louder and louder.

At that moment, Zhou Qing actually understood a part of the complex syllables on the Gate of Destiny.

"The vessel of destiny is Qi (vital energy). The root of Qi is destiny itself; its ceaseless cycle is fate. Predestined by rules is destiny."

The Dao in Zhou Qing's heart began to become clearer. After drifting in the void for an unknown period of time, Zhou Qing was finally about to truly understand his heart, understand himself, and understand the Dao.

"The fate of all living beings is the fate of the world."

Zhou Qing's understanding of fate has reached a new level.

Instantly, he sensed that the vastness of destiny was omnipresent throughout the heavens. Destiny was like a rolling river, branching into countless tributaries that flowed into each and every one of them, transforming into threads of fate.

Zhou Qing began to radiate an unimaginable light, a light that seemed capable of traversing the long river of time and illuminating eternity.

Time and space seemed to have no power to stop the spread of this light.

The dimensional space where Zhou Qing was located was filled with this light in every corner, and a trace of warmth seemed to be born in this darkness.

This light is a color that has never appeared in the world before, but if someone sees this light, they will feel as if this light has always been around them.

Throughout the myriad realms, no matter how remote the place or what form of life it takes, anyone who sees this light will understand that it has always been there.

It is everywhere.

"All living beings in the heavens, all sentient beings, whoever corresponds to my body, reside on the other shore."

"All living beings in the heavens, all sentient beings."

The Daoist sound that was transmitting in the void suddenly took on meaning; it was no longer the roar of heaven and earth, but rather carried Zhou Qing's Daoist thoughts.

At that very moment, something seemed to shatter.

"click"

A crack immediately appeared in front of Zhou Qing.

Beyond the crack, the same pitch-black landscape was no longer revealed, but rather a vast expanse of white earth.

Goose feathers fluttered in the air, the landscape was covered in silver, and countless majestic mountains stretched endlessly.

Zhou Qing suddenly opened his eyes, which seemed to contain an endless world, in which the universe was being created, the earth, wind, water and fire were raging, and there was endless dark calamity water.

Zhou Qing immediately traveled through time.

Meanwhile, a month had passed in the outside world, and people from all three factions had arrived in Hanzhou.

Chapter 63 They actually dared to challenge me with their physical strength!

A dark rift appeared in the void on a towering, snow-capped mountain.

It was as if a gap had appeared in the world, a hole, and countless swirling snowflakes were sucked into the crack.

However, at this moment, a figure flew out from the crack; it was Zhou Qing.

"I'm back, in this familiar world," Zhou Qing said with emotion.