Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme

Chapter 1044: Chapter 638: Primitive

South Observance, Mount Longevity, Wuzhuang Temple.

The white clouds dispersed above the serene valley; peaks lined against the distant sky.

Rugged stone gates stood tall; misty incense smoke lingered in the air.

The temple's red remains, the steep pathways daringly suspended.

Scholars too found peace here, their virtuous selves detached from worldly ties.

If one could grasp the profound Tao, their actions would show no bias.

One's heart should align with what's revered; why should their steps refuse to be entangled?

"Tao emerges from formlessness, unnamed, soundless, colorless, tasteless, embracing nothingness as its principle, nature as its source, with the primordial breath of subtle and profound 'Yuan Qi' as its foundation. It possesses the power of 'Wuji', without surface or substance, neither high nor low, neither front nor rear. Quietude unifies all; existing before heaven and earth, its vast subtle mystery spreads far and wide, nameless, thus it is called Tao. When unified, it becomes 'Yuan Qi'; dispersed, it becomes heaven and earth. Every three hundred and sixty billion years it congregates, its numbers ending in three, five, seven, nine, until the lifespan of heaven and earth is exhausted..."

Inside the temple, the voice of Taoism loudly proclaimed, causing flowers to rain down and golden lotuses to spring forth from the earth.

The Taoist Monarch above, slowly waving a horsetail whisk, pearls and jade spewing forth, his voice thundering, shaking the nine heavens.

The practitioners below, skillfully discussing the three vehicles, their profound doctrines steady their restless hearts.

Some grinned with joy, some scratched their heads in confusion, some overwhelmed with excitement, others stricken with grief.