Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

At this point, Yi Chen suddenly turned around, with his back to Ning Feixue, and gazed towards the sky outside the door, speaking somberly, "As long as your heart desires nothing and seeks nothing, where mountains and rivers shatter but no waves arise, comrades, siblings, wives, kin, children, all mean nothing in your eyes, including death, if you can accept this cost, then no one in this world can stop you."

"But can you?"

"Do you think that immortals, transcenders, are those who live long, without affection or love, undisturbed by any matter, unmoved by the eight winds?"

"Is it not so?" Ning Feixue couldn't help but retort.

"In that case, follow me, this poor Taoist will take you to see an immortal." Yi Chen grinned, pulling Ning Feixue to the bow of the ship, and with a slow gesture toward the horizon below, a piece of Broken Stone was instantly drawn into Ning Feixue's palm.

"This is your so-called immortal, living long, unknowing, unwise, naturally unfeeling, undisturbed by anything, unmoved by the eight winds."

Ning Feixue looked at the stone in his hand, momentarily dumbfounded.

He looked up, only to see the Taoist stretching lazily on the deck at the bow, the setting sun casting a long shadow behind him.

"Ning brother, this poor Taoist is actually very tired, and wants to rest."

"Sometimes, I also want to go home and look around, but this poor Taoist can't manage it. Do you know why?"

The Taoist tilted his neck, his lips curving into an indiscernibly wry smile. His left hand suddenly lifted, directly crushing the surrounding air, and he said coldly,

"In an age of great strife, a man climbs the mountain."

"Unless your heart lake remains rippleless, and you care not for siblings, kin, friends, and fellow beings, then forget about words like 'rest' or 'withdraw from the world'. Don't let yourself be enchanted by the halfway scenery and stop moving!"

"Living people can rest only when they reach the summit!"

"Become the summit!"

"Then you can rest!"

"Or only the dead can rest!"

The Taoist's voice contained an inexplicable emotion, and suddenly Ning Feixue felt as if these words were not only spoken to him but also to the speaker himself.

World-Shaking Pure Yang, forsaking heaven, renouncing the future, only cultivating this moment.

He wants to exist as a sentient being who lives and thrives brilliantly.

If one day he, Yi Chengzi, falls on the journey, turned to dust and scattered in the wind, he even hopes his enemies would turn his ashes into fireworks and set them off into the sky.

That final brilliance would be the trace Yi Chengzi left in the world, his merciless mockery of those stone-like immortals.

It would be Yi Chengzi's final middle finger to the world.

As for the next life, as a member of the Dao Sect, Yi Chengzi only wishes his mind to be enlightened, and his life to be brilliant.

In the evening, the setting sun melts into gold.

The Taoist did not speak further; he smiled and patted Ning Feixue on the shoulder, then, with a shake of Extreme Origin, summoned Lin Luo to swiftly fly away.

Initially, Yi Chen had lingered on the blessed ship for ten days at Mount Qingping to make contact with the Dao Alliance's forces, but now that the matters were handled, he disliked the blessed ship for being too slow, not strong enough!

In the evening, under Lin Luo's shocked gaze, a burly Taoist suddenly embraced the purple-haired girl's slender waist.

This embrace, elegant and composed like an old artist of World-Shaking Pure Yang.

Wine, qi, wealth, allure.

He wants them all.

He is both mad and calm, greedy yet knows when to stop, fierce yet has limits, flamboyant yet scheming, fearing death yet braver than anyone else...

Good or bad cannot define him, he exists in the gaps, nor does he wish to be defined.

He is just such a World-Shaking Pure Yang.

With a gentle touch, Lin Luo's body first stiffened like electrocution, then her feet tensed and her face flushed.

"State Preceptor…"

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Ten days later, the Taoist re-entered the Imperial Palace, the journey having taken a bit longer than expected.

This time, Lin Luo did not accompany him but returned to her own mansion.

When Yi Chen had first arrived at Sea Dragon City, he was already informed that Millennium Emperor Ying Si had returned.

"Your Majesty, these are all the materials concerning the Heavenly Secrets Sundial Divine Array which Qingping True Monarch asked this poor Taoist to bring. I believe, no matter what schemes the Demonkin have, or how the situation evolves, this Great Formation should help us be well-prepared."

"Even if it costs a bit more, it needs to be established, and the sooner the better!"

"Excellent! State Preceptor, you've solved a pressing matter without shedding blood, maximizing the preservation of our Human Race's vitality. This achievement deserves commendation!"

"Upon this return, I have also brought a small gift for the State Preceptor, please look." As he spoke, even Ying Si's seasoned composure could not conceal a look of precious weightiness, tantalizing Yi Chen's curiosity.