Courtyard House: The Cultivation System Takes Me Flying

After the world returned to its true nature, Chang'an, the ancient capital, did not become a desolate void. Instead, it transformed the ultimate, constant Daoist essence into an accessible, warm, and enduring landscape. Everything returned to its original state, yet it retained the warmest form of home—no oppressive Daoist aura, no extraordinary celestial phenomena, only peace in every blade of grass and every tree, warmth in every breeze and every stream, and fulfillment in every day and night.

At this moment, the home has transcended the definitions of "existence" and "immortality." It is time itself, stability itself, and reunion itself. All the scenery within the garden no longer changes with the passage of time, yet it maintains its vibrant vitality in eternity; all living beings no longer have physical forms of birth and death, yet they still accompany each other in the most familiar and intimate way.

The Morning Dew Spirit Garden transforms into a scene of constant purity and tranquility, where millennia pass in the blink of an eye. Spiritual herbs forever hold dew, spiritual flowers forever bloom half-open, and the pure air forever warm and gentle. Stepping into it is like stepping back into the moment of one's first heart's birth; all distracting thoughts vanish, and the mind finds peace. The two spirits of Morning Dew transform into two flowing beams of azure light, merging with the Spirit Garden. Every drop of morning dew is their smile, every wisp of pure air is their gentleness.

The Lingxi River transforms into a scene of gentle tranquility, its waters flowing neither fast nor slow, neither rising nor falling. Its surface forever reflects the starlight and moonlight, its depths forever pristine and spotless, without waves, without decay or flourishing, only a gentle, flowing warmth. The spirit of the Lingxi River transforms into a pool of clear, shimmering water, merging with the stream itself. To touch it is to feel a deep tenderness; to hear its tinkling sounds is to find utter peace.

The Qinghuan Pavilion transforms into a scene of true tranquility, its eaves forever casting a soft, gentle light, its wind chimes forever ringing softly and calmly, its bamboo mats forever warm and cool, and its tea smoke forever rising gently and lingering. The stone table where Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong played chess is forever set with idle pieces, and the stone bench where Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu chatted forever retains its warmth. The spirit of the Qingfeng Chime transforms into a wisp of pure white breeze, circling the pavilion, and wherever it passes, worries dissipate and tranquility arises.

The sea of ​​eternal lamps transforms into a scene of constant warmth, with countless lights forever bright yet not scorching, forever gentle yet never dim, their light as warm as the spring sun or as soft as the twilight, dispelling all superficiality and coldness. The spirit of the eternal lamp transforms into a single golden-red flame, residing in the center of the sea of ​​lights, ensuring that light remains constant, warmth never departs, and that the home is at peace day and night.

The primordial spiritual realm transforms into a scene of true and perfect perfection, where myriad spiritual springs forever gush forth without overflowing, ancient spiritual trees forever bear fruit without falling, auspicious spiritual light forever surrounds and never dissipates, and the primordial spiritual jade is forever warm and never cold. The auspicious spirit of the spiritual tree transforms into a verdant spiritual root, deeply rooted in the spiritual realm, continuously nourishing blessings, longevity, vitality, and peace, allowing all members of the home and all spirits to forever enjoy perfect and complete happiness.

The Star-Picking Terrace transformed into a scene of constant protection, with a white-clad figure standing eternally atop it. Not deliberately guarding, but naturally accompanying, his gaze encompassed family, all living beings, home, and the world. Qin Lintian's form merged with the terrace, with his Dao heart, with his original intention. He needed not raise a hand, nor utter a word; as long as he was there, home was at peace; as long as he looked, time was tranquil.

The entire family, in the ever-changing landscape, is frozen in time, capturing the warmest image. Qin Huairu, forever gentle and smiling, her robes fluttering, stands by the Spirit Stream, an embodiment of tenderness; He Yuzhu, forever holding a spirit chef's knife, stands before the Spirit Food Pavilion, the aroma of cooking transforming into the most steadfast protection; Jia Dongxu, forever composed, the power of unity forming an invisible barrier, protecting the entire family; the four elders, forever at ease and serene, their blessings of longevity transforming into a soft light, enveloping them; the children, forever innocent and carefree, run and play on the grass, their laughter becoming the purest rhythm in the world.

The myriad spirits no longer roam and frolic, but still accompany each other in the most docile manner. The white jade rhinoceros lies beside the spiritual realm, the herd of spirit deer stands quietly by the stream, the spirit birds perch on the branches, and the spirit beasts lie among the flowers. They blend into the landscape of their home, becoming a part of peace and a part of symbiosis.

True and constant transformation is not frozen and static, but eternally vibrant;

It is not a return to death and silence, but a constant state of perfection.

Everything in the garden retains its most beautiful moments, yet in eternity, it possesses boundless tenderness and vitality. There is no alternation of day and night, yet the morning light and moonlight shine together; there are no changing seasons, yet spiritual herbs and fruits coexist; there is no passage of time, yet there is warmth and enduring companionship.

Qin Lintian slowly descended the Star-Picking Terrace, his steps light and silent, yet each step trod upon the true essence of the Dao. He walked to Qin Huairu's side, and the two smiled at each other, needing no words, their hearts already in sync; he walked to the elders' side, standing quietly, needing no service, their companionship was enough; he walked among the children, gently bending down, needing no care, their protection was instinctive; he walked to the side of all spirits, his eyes gently lowered, needing no awe, their tranquility was power.

Between heaven and earth, no sound could disturb this true and constant state, and no force could shake this perfection. The mortal world of the three continents, also enveloped by the true and constant Daoist rhythm, was forever frozen in a prosperous scene of peace, harmony, and love. The people were forever smiling and serene, the villages were forever filled with the smoke of cooking fires, and the fields were forever bountiful with grains. There was no suffering of birth, old age, sickness, or death, no pain of separation or reunion, only lasting joy in the world and lasting peace in heaven and earth.

The chaotic world of demons has long since vanished into nothingness, leaving not a trace; the battles to defend the garden have long since merged into the true and constant Dao, becoming the foundation for protecting our original aspirations; the opening of the spiritual realm, the transformation of spiritual energy, the moon banquet reunion, and the inheritance of our original aspirations have long since become part of the landscape of our home. There is no need to recall or remember them, for they have always existed.

At this moment, the eternal Chang'an,

There are no stories, because the stories have become eternal;

There is no passage of time, because time has become the constant reality;

There is no need for protection, because protection has become a natural part of life;

There is no reunion, because reunion has become the norm.

A gentle breeze caresses the ever-changing landscape, causing the spirit herbs to sway softly, the spirit stream to murmur gently, the wind chimes to ring softly, and the spirit lamps to glow softly. All the scenery trembles together, resonating tenderly, like the softest whisper in the world, repeating the same words over and over:

May Chang'an enjoy peace and prosperity year after year, and may it be forever free from worry.

Qin Huairu gently took Qin Lintian's arm, her gaze sweeping over the serene scenery of the garden. Her eyes were calm, filled only with tranquility and contentment. "So this is what true eternity looks like: everywhere is a beautiful scene, everywhere is filled with emotion, everywhere is home, everywhere is peace."

Qin Lintian nodded slightly, his voice gentle as a scene, as affectionate as a home, as peaceful as a haven: "True Chang'an is not about withstanding countless storms, but about the storms dissipating and the years passing undisturbed; it is not about guarding countless years, but about remaining true to our original aspirations and having family always by our side. We have already arrived, we have already possessed, we have already achieved fulfillment."

The setting sun and the moonlight shine together, bathing the garden in true and constant beauty. Golden light and soft light intertwine, warmth and Taoist charm blend together, family members accompany each other, all spirits guard each other, spiritual charm follows, and heaven and earth are in harmony.

True and constant transformations, year after year, Chang'an.

Every scene is true and peaceful; may Chang'an and Chang'an bring joy year after year.

With family by my side, my original aspiration remains; may our love endure forever, and may the world be vast and everlasting.