Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

With three steps, Zhuangzi briefly reached the realm of immortals and gods, conversing with heaven and earth and meeting with nature.

On the north bank of the Changjiang River, a milky-white pillar of light, over a hundred meters in diameter, shot into the sky, piercing through the thick clouds and dispelling the darkness, allowing the sunlight that had been absent for several days to shine back on the earth.

The beam of light was pure white, radiating a gentle yet majestic glow. Its light was balanced and peaceful, and when it shone on people, it soothed their fears and made them feel a sense of warmth rising within them.

At the same time, wisps of light emanated from the students of Datongdao on the shore. The light, like a hazy mist, gradually gathered and transformed into the purest righteous energy, flowing into the pillar of light and making it more solid.

The illusory light became even more dazzling under the infusion of righteous energy. The pillar of light that shot into the sky was like a mountain, standing on the north bank of the Changjiang River, watching over the creatures on the shore.

The vast literary spirit permeated the north bank of the Yangtze River, and under the guidance of the "Book of Great Harmony," it took form, ultimately manifesting as a thousand-foot-long phantom scroll behind the "Book of Great Harmony."

A milky-white halo, symbolizing the will of literature and morality, poured down from above the scroll, transforming into dancing butterflies of light that fluttered joyfully in the air.

A milky white halo, like a thin mist, enveloped the river surface. Pairs of butterflies hovered above the waves before finally plunging into them and merging with the river.

The giant wave, which was as high as thirty meters, suddenly stopped and fell back to the surface of the river under the halo of Wen Dao. Fluttering butterflies followed and soothed the restless river.

Countless butterflies fluttered across the river, and tiny specks of light followed their trails as they slowly fell onto the water's surface.

Points of light, imbued with the will of living beings, fall into the river, carrying their thoughts and desires to the depths of the river, allowing the will of the water veins to feel the prayers from all spirits.

Water veins are nurtured by heaven and earth, yet in the long process of evolution, they also give birth to a nascent will.

Throughout history, mortals have never had any meaningful communication with these spirits of nature.

Most terrestrial deities also have their own ways of doing things and rarely communicate with the spirits of nature.

The gods and immortals utilized and controlled nature, but never considered regarding these ignorant wills as equal beings.

At this moment, under Zhuang Sheng's guidance, the will of the creatures along the Changjiang River was transmitted for the first time to the ignorant spirit of the Changjiang River's water veins.

The Great Harmony Path seeks a better future, a future in which the spirit of nature also exists.

It's not about control, but about communication—communication with heaven and earth, with all living beings in the world…

Throughout his life, Zhuangzi firmly believed that all spirits could be educated, and even natural spirits like water veins could be endowed with human thoughts and will.

At that time, humanity and nature will live in harmony, complementing and influencing each other.

Believe in goodness, believe in the power of education, and believe that ideals will one day be realized.

This is Zhuangzi's Dao.

To educate all beings and create the future.

A path completely different from all the immortals on earth today, a path that belongs only to idealists.

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As the light fell into the heart of the river, and as the prayers of tens of thousands of people were conveyed to the Changjiang River in a unique way, the restless Changjiang River gradually calmed down.

The ignorant spirit of the water veins didn't understand much; it only knew to act according to its instincts. The voice it emitted was pleasant to hear and carried the authority of heaven and earth, so it should naturally obey.

Compared to the menacing sword on the south bank, the voice from the north bank felt more familiar to the spirit of the water veins.

On the riverbank, the surviving villagers stared blankly at the pillar of light that stretched from the sky to the ground, and at the scroll that filled the heavens.

As the first person knelt down, shouting "May the Master bless us!"

The villagers of "Sin Village" all knelt down on the ground, shouting incessantly.

After witnessing all sorts of miracles, they were all willing to believe that Zhuangzi was a celestial being who descended to earth to save them.

Now that Zhuangzi has successfully overcome his tribulation, those who survived have also passed the test of the gods and will be blessed by them in the future.

This scene changed the expressions of the Datongdao students who had collapsed to the ground, their eyes filled with tears. They forced themselves to stand up and shouted loudly to the villagers, urging them to stand up.

This is the result of human effort, the result of countless people sacrificing their lives. How can it be attributed to gods and immortals?

The students chanted slogans like "Man can conquer nature" and spouted all sorts of grand principles, trying to help the villagers understand the truth and stand up again in their own way.

Unfortunately, the feeble shouts seemed meaningless in the fervent atmosphere.

Aside from causing many elderly students with gray hair to cough up blood again, it did nothing to help.

On a more distant hill, Qin Xiucai, who was laughing loudly, suddenly stopped. He slumped to the ground, leaning against an ancient tree, and looked at the villagers kneeling on the ground.

His blurry vision made him instinctively rub his eyes.

Unfortunately, this action did not clear Qin Xiucai's vision; instead, it made everything in front of him even more blurry.

Qin Xiucai's once black hair had turned gray, and his skin had lost all its luster.

Zhuangzi alone could not repair the Book of Great Harmony. Even if Zhuangzi burned everything, he could not make the Great Dao bloom again.

The gap between immortals and mortals is unimaginably vast. To bridge this gap, one needs a real and tangible path, not some illusory will.

The butterflies filling the sky were Qin Xiucai's doing, and it was also Qin Xiucai who used his own philosophy to repair the "Book of Great Harmony".

This final push from Qin Xiucai helped Zhuang Sheng achieve communication with heaven and earth, realize the ultimate leap, and create the miracle before his eyes.

The price was everything that Qin Xiucai, this genius who almost found his own path, possessed.

Qin Xiucai is a true genius. Ten years ago, he was already on the verge of becoming a terrestrial immortal.

But just as he was about to move forward, his Dao heart shattered, and he fell from the clouds, turning into a walking corpse, eking out a living in the shadows like an insect.

Even so, Qin Xiucai still possesses combat power at the level of a Celestial Martial Saint.

This is why Mu Ling'er only felt that Qin Xiucai was not simple, but she did not realize that Qin Xiucai was a celestial martial saint like herself.

In terms of their level of understanding, the gap between the two is too great.

One was just entering the Celestial Realm, while the other had already reached the pinnacle on the path of Celestial Martial Saint.

If he were at his peak, Qin Xiucai's realm would be even higher than Zhuangzi's, and he would truly be a being who could step into the realm of terrestrial immortals.

His teachings once attracted countless followers at the Cultural Palace.

Its name is "Huadie".

At this moment, looking at the "Book of Great Harmony" hanging in the sky and at the villagers kneeling down, Qin Xiucai was stunned for a long time before he finally laughed.

As he laughed, tears streamed down his aged face, adding a few more drops of water to his already damp clothes.

Insects crawl in the shadows, butterflies flutter in the sunlight.

Having finally transformed into a butterfly, why cling to your former self?

So be it... having something to rely on isn't such a bad thing. Let's live well in the sunshine from now on...

The sound grew fainter and fainter, and the white-haired scholar Qin leaned against the tree and slowly closed his eyes.

Sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, illuminating the hillside and the lush trees.

The shadow fell, covering Qin Xiucai's body and the few green caterpillars crawling beside him.

A few meters away, the sun shines brightly, and butterflies fly freely in this warm world.

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