This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Wang Jingshu turned to look at him, the sunlight falling perfectly on her profile.

With a slight smile, he said in a relaxed yet earnest tone:

"Why not?"

Cang Que's gaze froze, and he couldn't look away.

He could only stare blankly at Wang Jingshu, his mind completely blank.

Wang Jingshu immediately realized what was happening, quickly turned her head away from him, and sighed softly.

His tone also became somewhat colder.

"I'll read, you memorize, memorize as much as you can..."

"The Tao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name..."

"The Great Dao is formless, yet it gives birth to heaven and earth; the Great Dao is without emotion, yet it governs the sun and moon..."

"Before the Supreme Purple Cloud Emperor, the Jade Morning Lord of the Great Dao. Residing idly amidst the pearl, he composed seven-character verses, which dispersed into the five forms and transformed into myriad spirits..."

As Wang Jingshu spoke each word clearly and distinctly, Cang Que's restless mind finally calmed down.

He was also a master of the Refining Spirit Realm, and although it was the first time he had heard these scriptures, he did not understand many of their meanings.

But in his heart he was absolutely certain that these scriptures were indeed unprecedented and unparalleled.

At this moment, in Cang Que's eyes, Wang Jing Shu's silhouette seemed to fill the entire world.

Divine light swirled around her, while divine dragons and phoenixes guarded and worshipped her.

There seemed to be an indescribable and profound artistic conception permeating the world.

Wang Jingshu seemed to have become the center of the entire world, illuminating all things.

"Is this... the Daoist way?"

Cang Que was in a very mysterious state, feeling a contradictory sense of both peace and awe.

He seemed to see another version of himself.

A self that is hidden deep within the mind, never revealing its true nature.

Standing in the void, holding a long sword, looking up at the sky, listening to Wang Jingshu's heavenly sounds and Taoist magic that seemed to come from beyond the nine heavens.

"Soul..."

"No... the primordial spirit..."

Cang Que realized that this was the manifestation of his primordial spirit.

There is no concept of a primordial spirit in the martial arts cultivation system of the Xuanhuang Great World.

Even after reaching the upper three levels of the Divine Refinement Realm, each of the major holy sects has its own unique Divine Refinement Secret Techniques, but the path of cultivating the Divine Soul is still vague.

At this moment, after hearing Wang Jingshu's Daoist teachings, Cang Que had a natural enlightenment and understood the most fundamental source of spiritual cultivation.

That is to comprehend the great principles of heaven and earth.

The sword is the way, and martial arts are also the way.

And so, Cangque naturally fell into a deep state of meditation.

It was undergoing a transformation of its soul in a way that even Wang Jingshu found somewhat unbelievable, gradually removing the darkness from its soul and moving towards pure yang.

"Such strong comprehension and talent..."

Wang Jingshu was amazed.

No wonder this holy son of the Qingyun Sword Sect possesses such heaven-defying cultivation at the age of twenty-four or twenty-five, and his martial arts foundation is unbelievably solid.

This is something that cannot be achieved through diligent cultivation or by relying on rare and precious materials.

Ninety percent of his achievements are due to talent, and only one-tenth is due to hard work.

Of course, along the way, Wang Jingshu also witnessed that this holy son's efforts surpassed those of most people in the world.

Wang Jingshu sighed for a moment, then continued reciting the scriptures.

The process of reciting scriptures is both a way of spreading the teachings and a form of self-cultivation.

It can make her own primordial spirit more stable, and her cultivation will gradually become more stable.

And so, some time passed, and Wang Jingshu continued to ride the dragon.

They have flown countless miles.

The vastness of the Central Plains is simply beyond comprehension.

One Central Plains is equivalent to at least dozens of Mystic Grottoes.

Finally, Wang Jingshu slowly opened her eyes and woke up from her meditation.

She sensed a powerful aura stretching across the distant horizon.

This kind of energy is unprecedented and cannot be compared to any other holy land or sect we have seen along the way.

Looking up, Wang Jingshu saw a towering gate, thousands of feet high, standing atop the endless mountain range in the distance.

On both sides of the Heavenly Gate, extremely large iron chains were being pulled apart. The ends of the chains were not connected to any object, but instead reached into the void on both sides of the Heavenly Gate, as if they were piercing through space and pulling at some unseen, terrifying object.

"The Hongyu Imperial Clan truly lives up to its reputation..."

Cang Que, who had been sitting in meditation for many days, was also awakened. He stood up and walked to Wang Jingshu's side, looking at the Heavenly Gate and sighing.

Wang Jingshu nodded slightly, also somewhat shocked.

"Legend has it that this Heavenly Gate was built by the Ancient Heavenly Emperor and is the gateway to the Heavenly Realm."

"This Heavenly Gate alone is comparable to a Great Dao Emperor Weapon."

"However, it was later forcibly refined by the Great Emperor Hongyu and fixed here, to serve as the gateway to the Hongyu Sacred Realm where his Hongyu Imperial Clan resides."

"Master Jinghong, look at those iron chains. They're all made of divine materials and immortal gold. Do you know what they're used for?"

Cang Que pointed to the Heavenly Gate in the distance and asked with a smile.

Wang Jingshu glanced at him sideways, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

I never expected this kid to have quietly risen to the ninth level of the Heavenly Realm. His talent is truly exceptional...

Wang Jingshu followed his hand and looked at the chains, already having a guess in her mind.

"Those chains...could they be connecting to the Hongyu Sacred Realm?"

Legend has it that Hongyu Sacred Realm was not originally called this, but was an independent grotto-heaven world.

Later, Emperor Hongyu took control of it and renamed it Hongyu Sacred Realm, while the original name was long forgotten.

The Xuanhuang Great World has thirty-six grotto-heavens, which are divided into three levels—upper, middle, and lower—based on their size and various other factors.

Six of them are of superior grade, twelve are of medium grade, and eighteen are of inferior grade.

For example, the Jingming Cave Heaven belongs to the middle grade level. Among the holy lands and sects in Lizhou, the Jingming Cave Heaven is generally referred to as the middle grade Jingming Cave Heaven.

This Hongyu Sacred Realm is one of the six superior-grade grotto-heavens.

Wang Jingshu didn't know much about this, but Cang Que, with his family's scholarly background, knew quite a bit.

He shook his head upon hearing Wang Jingshu's answer.

"No, these chains are not connecting the Hongyu Sacred Realm, but rather... locking it in place so that it does not drift aimlessly in the spacetime of the Xuanhuang Great World, and thereby continuously supplying the Hongyu Sacred Realm with the spiritual essence of heaven and earth through the Heavenly Gate..."

Wang Jingshu was taken aback upon hearing this.

"So, these chains are actually holding back a hidden world?"

Cang Que nodded.

"That's right, this... is the terrifying method of Emperor Hongyu..."

Wang Jingshu was indeed shocked.

But then I thought about it again, and realized that my master, Li Daoxuan, seemed to have done the same thing.

The master placed Yujing Mountain in Jingming Cave Heaven, and maintained a constant connection with Jingming Cave Heaven through the Ascension Platform on Qingming Island in Tianshui Marsh.

And through Yujing Mountain, it continuously transmits the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the Xuanhuang Great World to the Jingming Cave Heaven, enhancing its spiritual charm.

Although it may not look as domineering as Emperor Hongyu, the actual effect is the same.

Thinking about it this way, Wang Jingshu calmed down.

"What's so special about that? My master can do it too..."

She spoke with a rare touch of childlike innocence.