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Deep within Daluo Heaven, the chaos gradually subsided.

Only the body of the Primordial Spirit remained in the center, its entire form circulating with a bright yellow, noble Treasure Light and an aura vast and profound. It stood quietly, becoming the most dazzling existence in this newly opened Realm Heaven.

"The Path of the One, Refining the Soul into a Deity, this is... a Primordial Spirit!"

Qi Yun himself looked up, his eyes bright as he gazed at the Fa Hai Primordial Spirit before him.

Colors now swirled within those eyes, deep as a starry sky. He carefully scrutinized, inch by inch, this creation that had completely broken away from the inherent Dao-proving system of the Profound Yellow Realm.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I never would have thought... Kid, you really lucked out. Messing around with this Buddhist Cultivator’s Dharma Body, you actually managed to cook up something like this!"

Cai Shen’s golden phantom had now completely solidified. It floated on Qi Yun’s shoulder, its little face filled with amazement and intense interest as it circled the bright yellow Primordial Spirit, looking it up and down.

"Wonderful! Truly wonderful!

The True Spirit is cohesive and won’t scatter, Divine Thought gathers to grant Longevity, and it carries a subtle air of immortality...

This is indeed something completely different from the path of Samadhi Unity in the Profound Yellow Dao Certification Method!

Kid, I think you really... made the right move with this risky gambit!"

Hearing Cai Shen’s undisguised praise, Qi Yun’s face showed little sign of pride.

Instead, the light of scrutiny and calculation in his deep eyes grew even more intense.

To him, verifying the existence of the Primordial Spirit was only the first step. More importantly, he needed to evaluate its potential.

If this new path’s Primordial Spirit was inferior in power, potential, or even the possibility of reaching higher Realms compared to the mature Profound Yellow Dao Certification Method...

...then this so-called "new path" would be meaningless.

"Fa Hai."

Qi Yun’s voice was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable tone of command.

"Open your Heart and Spirit. Let me personally... take control of this Primordial Spirit."

"Amitabha Buddha."

Upon hearing this, the Fa Hai Primordial Spirit chanted the Buddha’s name. The sound was gentle and peaceful, echoing through the chaotic void.

The compassionate and wise smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a pure, thoughtless emptiness.

In the next instant, he completely relinquished all control and defense over his "Primordial Spirit body," like a palace with its gates thrown open, quietly awaiting its new master.

A divine light suddenly flashed in Qi Yun’s own eyes. At his Ancestral Acupoint between his brows, a point of chaotic immortal light rippled faintly.

A torrent of Divine Thought—condensed to the extreme and containing Qi Yun’s core will and the fundamental Dao Rhyme of Daluo Heaven—shot across the void like an invisible sword, sinking into the center of the Fa Hai Primordial Spirit’s brow!

VMMM...

The body of the bright yellow Primordial Spirit trembled slightly. The Treasure Light and Dao Rhyme circulating around it fell into a moment of disarray.

Then, it stabilized at a frequency that better matched the will of Qi Yun himself.

The depths of those once-gentle and compassionate eyes were now quietly replaced with Qi Yun’s signature deep, indifferent expression.

Qi Yun himself had temporarily taken possession of this newborn Primordial Spirit!

He slowly raised his arms, looking down to gaze at these hands, which were formed from pure, bright yellow Spiritual Light yet seemed to have a real sense of touch.

After a long while.

Like a receding tide, Qi Yun’s Divine Thought slowly withdrew from the Fa Hai Primordial Spirit.

The bright yellow Primordial Spirit’s body trembled again. The deep indifference in its eyes faded, and Fa Hai’s characteristic gentle, wise light returned as it nodded slightly at Qi Yun’s true body.

Qi Yun himself slowly opened his eyes, his gaze flickering uncertainly. A rare look of deep thought appeared on his face...

"How was it? What did it feel like? Is this Primordial Spirit anything special?" Cai Shen asked impatiently, his small eyes blinking.

Qi Yun was silent for a moment, seemingly organizing his words and digesting the unique and profound experience. He frowned slightly and slowly began to speak:

"It is indeed... a completely different path from the Profound Yellow Dao Certification Method."

"Proving the Dao of Profound Yellow requires the Dharma Body as the boat, the Immortal Appearance as the sail, and the Fruit Position as the Compass. Only through Samadhi Unity can one set sail on the sea of the Great Dao in pursuit of the immortal golden nature.

Its core is to use the Dharma Body and Immortal Appearance to support the Fruit Position, and thus achieve the Dao."

He paused, a sharp, analytical light flashing in his eyes.

"But this Primordial Spirit... is completely different.

In terms of power, it is far inferior to an Immortal Appearance formed from a Foundation Establishment Realm Heaven."

Hearing this, Cai Shen’s little face showed a hint of disappointment. "Doesn’t that mean..."

"However," Qi Yun’s tone shifted, a strange fluctuation in his voice.

"This Primordial Spirit possesses something that the Immortal Appearance and even the Dharma Body are far from matching... a unique Life Force."

"Life Force?" Cai Shen was confused. "What do you mean?"

Qi Yun’s gaze once again fell upon the bright yellow Primordial Spirit, as if seeing through to its most fundamental structure.

"This Primordial Spirit is formed by condensing and tempering pure Divine Soul Origin, drawing upon a mysterious Immortal Qi."

He extended a finger, pointing it toward the Primordial Spirit, and said in a deep voice:

"If this path is followed to its depths, the Primordial Spirit can continuously divide and strengthen its Divine Thought. In theory, at its absolute limit, a single Primordial Spirit can be split into 129,600 independent yet homologous Divine Thoughts!

Each Divine Thought is incredibly resilient and difficult to erase.

At that point... as long as a single Divine Thought survives, the Primordial Spirit can be re-formed and reappear in the world!

Such a trait can be called... undying and indestructible!"

Cai Shen’s expression changed, and he said with slight surprise:

"One hundred twenty-nine thousand, six hundred Divine Thoughts?

As long as one remains, it can be reborn?"

"Not only that," Qi Yun’s eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if he had parted a thick fog to see a distant landscape. "I also discovered that after this Primordial Spirit is cultivated, there’s a subtle sense of integration flowing between it and the Dharma Body that carries it.

It’s just that my current Realm is still shallow, so the feeling is still very vague."

He raised his head, looked at Cai Shen, and spoke his boldest and most shocking conjecture, word by word:

"I suspect... if one firmly walks this path of Seeking Gold..."

He paused slightly, his tone carrying an almost certain speculation:

"It’s very likely... that it won’t require the support of a Fruit Position."

"What?!" Cai Shen’s golden phantom shook violently. His small eyes went wide, his face almost overflowing with astonishment!

’No need for a Fruit Position?’

This news was even more shocking than hearing that the Primordial Spirit was undying and indestructible!

The Fruit Position is the proof of a True Monarch’s status, the seal of Heaven and Earth’s authority, the manifestation of the Dao Source!

Countless prodigies and geniuses spend their entire lives, scheming endlessly, all in pursuit of a single Fruit Position that suits them!

And now, Qi Yun was speculating that this new path of the "Primordial Spirit" could possibly bypass the almost insurmountable hurdle of the Fruit Position?!

"Is... is that possible?"

Cai Shen’s voice almost cracked.

"A Fruit Position contains not only power, but also guidance on the direction of the Great Dao. It’s the foundation that secures one’s Status!

Without a Fruit Position, how can one fix their own Dao path and condense their immortal golden nature?"

"So, it is just a conjecture."

Qi Yun regained his composure, but the fire of exploration in his eyes burned even brighter.

"The path of the Primordial Spirit has only just begun. Whether a smooth road or a dead end lies ahead is still unknown."

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the chaotic, unformed "sky" of Daluo Heaven, his voice low and firm:

"But no matter what, this path has already revealed a faint glimmer of light before me. It is worthy of my further investment to explore and to verify!"

The chaotic currents swirled silently, while Earth Fire, wind, and water quietly evolved.

...

「Qi Yun Zen Temple.」

The courtyard, paved with bluestone slabs, was bathed in the gentle golden radiance unique to Spirit Mountain. The shadows of ancient pine branches swayed gently in the breeze and Buddha Light, casting mottled, shifting spots of light.

Qi Yun stood beneath an old plum tree, his gaze seemingly fixed on a few late-blooming, pale yellow plum blossoms on the branches.

In truth, his Heart and Spirit were calm, carefully comprehending the incredibly subtle connection between the Great Brightness Shizhi Dharma Body and the newborn Primordial Spirit.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

Three soft, rhythmic knocks on the door broke the tranquility of the courtyard and interrupted Qi Yun’s thoughts.

Qi Yun’s eyes shifted slightly. The deep darkness belonging to his true self quickly receded from their depths, replaced by the clear peacefulness appropriate for "Fa Hai."

He straightened his spotless, deep blue monk’s robe and walked unhurriedly toward the courtyard gate.

CREAK—

The heavy wooden door was pulled open. A brilliant yet gentle Buddha Light flooded in from outside, clearly outlining the visitor’s figure.

A white kasaya embroidered with faint golden lotus patterns, a lustrous Glazed Bead Rosary in hand, a compassionate face, and a familiar, gentle smile at the corners of his mouth that seemed capable of dispelling all worries—it was none other than Hui Jue Arhat.

"Junior Brother Fa Hai, have you been well during your quiet cultivation at the Zen Temple these past days? This humble monk..."

Hui Jue Arhat spoke with a smile, his tone as cordial as ever, his gaze naturally falling on Qi Yun’s face.

However, halfway through his sentence, his usual greeting came to a slight halt.

In those long, narrow eyes that contained boundless wisdom, an extremely faint, almost imperceptible trace of surprise flashed past.

"Hm?"

A nasal sound of confusion, so soft it was almost inaudible, escaped from Hui Jue Arhat’s throat.

The Glazed Bead Rosary he was slowly fingering also paused for the briefest of moments.

"Junior Brother’s Cultivation..."

Hui Jue Arhat spoke again. His voice was still gentle, but now it held a hint of inquiry.

"It seems... to have improved a great deal."

His gaze was like an invisible wisp of wind, gently brushing over Qi Yun.

The Fa Hai before him was still dressed in a simple monk’s robe, his aura harmonious and brimming with Buddha’s Rhyme, perfectly integrated with the Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm.

But upon closer inspection, he was significantly different from when they had first met over a month ago.

The ancient bright essence from the Great Brightness Glazed Treasure Scripture seemed more restrained and mellow, as if refined to a new level of purity, reaching a new height.

What surprised Hui Jue Arhat even more was that beneath this pure, bright Buddha’s Rhyme, he could faintly sense a trace of... vastness.

This kind of change was definitely not something that could be achieved through ordinary meditation, chanting scriptures, and comprehending Buddhist principles.

Meeting Hui Jue Arhat’s inquisitive and slightly surprised gaze, Qi Yun placed a single hand vertically before his chest and bowed slightly.

"Senior Brother overpraises me.

It is truly thanks to the boundless Buddha Light of the Saint Realm shining upon me, and to the various Arhat Senior Brothers who have generously held forums to lecture on the Dharma and explain its wondrous principles.

This Junior Brother listens and comprehends daily, and it feels like drinking sweet dew or bathing in a spring breeze.

If I were in such a Supreme Buddha Country, listening to supreme, wondrous sounds, and yet made no progress after more than a month, would that not be a terrible waste and a betrayal of the World Honored One’s Compassion and the kindness of my Senior Brothers?"

He spoke with sincere emotion, attributing his improvement in Cultivation entirely to the unique advantages of the Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm and the selfless exchange among his peers.

Hearing this, the trace of surprise and inquiry in Hui Jue Arhat’s eyes slowly dissipated. He fingered his Prayer Beads and nodded with a smile:

"Junior Brother’s words resonate deeply with me.

The Buddhist Skill is like an ocean; only diligence and a root of wisdom can cross it.

Since Junior Brother has this mindset and has received this opportunity, your progress is only natural.

Well said, well said."

Immediately after, Hui Jue Arhat no longer dwelled on the topic of Qi Yun’s change in Cultivation.

He flipped his palm, and a Dharma Seal—ancient in style, neither gold nor jade, about the size of a palm, and flowing with a faint, gentle white light—appeared in it.

On the surface of the Dharma Seal, complex patterns and several ancient characters were written in golden Sanskrit. It faintly exuded a solemn, dignified, and inviolable aura, and was subtly connected to the majestic Buddha’s Rhyme of the entire Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm.

"Junior Brother, please take this and keep it safe."

Hui Jue Arhat handed the Dharma Seal to Qi Yun, his tone growing more solemn.

"In three days, when the sun first rises and the violet qi comes from the east, hold this Lingshan Dharma Seal. You can then follow its guidance to ascend to the highest point of Spirit Mountain and reach Little Leiyin Temple."

He paused, his gaze seeming to pierce through the Zen Temple and land on the peak of Spirit Mountain, which was shrouded in endless Buddha Light and auspicious clouds. His voice carried a strange, distant sense of anticipation:

"The World Honored One’s Zen Assembly..."

"...is about to begin."

Qi Yun’s expression turned solemn as he respectfully accepted the still-warm Lingshan Dharma Seal with both hands.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for your generous gift of the Dharma Seal. This Junior Brother will certainly attend on time to listen to the World Honored One’s Supreme Techniques and will not squander this opportunity."

Hui Jue Arhat smiled and nodded, saying no more. He turned, the hem of his white kasaya tracing an elegant arc as his figure gradually blended into the magnificent sea of Buddha Light and clouds outside the Zen Temple and vanished.

The courtyard gate closed softly.

Qi Yun stood alone under the old plum tree, looking down at the Lingshan Dharma Seal in his palm that emitted a gentle white light. His fingertips unconsciously traced the ancient patterns on its surface.

’In three days, at the peak of Spirit Mountain, Little Leiyin Temple, the World Honored One’s Zen Assembly.’

’So, it’s finally about to begin...’

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