* Erbao Su Heng was sleeping soundly while leaning against a pillar, holding his lost and found golden pacifier (which was stained with a little mud).
* The dragon horns of Sanbao Su Yu dimmed, and his little head nodded slowly as he was held in Su Li's arms.
* Sibao Su Qi was still sitting on his father's shoulder with a reluctant look on his face. His little head was leaning against his father's head, his eyes were half closed, and his little hand was unconsciously grabbing a strand of his father's hair.
* Even the eldest son, Su Chen, had ended his aura interference. There was a hint of fatigue on his little face, but more of it was satisfaction and...enlightenment.
Xiao Jue, standing steadily in the center of the arena, Sibao sat sleeping on his shoulder. His harmonious aura, far from diminished by an hour of intense "baby-raising Tai Chi," instead radiated a gentle and restrained brilliance, like a thoroughly polished unpolished jade! His breath, long and profound, achieved unprecedented harmony with the world, the earth beneath his feet, the breath of his daughter on his shoulder, and even the lingering aroma of soapberry, milk, and the lingering energy of dragon horn in the air.
He slowly raised a hand, his movements natural and casual, as if he was merely brushing away a strand of hair from Sibao's forehead. However, as his fingertips traced the path, space rippled like water!
There was no earth-shattering sound, no dazzling light. Instead, a crystal-clear, perfectly rounded Tai Chi shadow quietly emerged from his fingertips! This shadow wasn't composed of energy, but rather of the purest Dao energy! It slowly spun, the yin and yang fishes flowing smoothly, emanating a supreme artistic conception of encompassing all things, harmonizing all things, and perpetuating life!
The moment this Tai Chi shadow appeared!
* The diapers scattered on the ground seemed to have been sorted and neatly stacked by invisible hands.
* The remaining energies of the "Rainbow Quagmire" and "Itchy Grass Trap" of the Three Treasures are silently absorbed and purified, turning into tiny dots of light that nourish the land.
* Even the traces left by Dabao Su Chen's meditation seemed to blend into some kind of natural rhythm and were no longer abrupt.
The second child smacked his lips in his sleep and slept even more soundly. The third child in Su Li's arms relaxed his brows. The fourth child on Xiao Jue's shoulder let out a contented snoring.
The entire venue, and even the surrounding space, is imbued with an indescribable harmony and tranquility thanks to this tiny Tai Chi shadow, as if all chaos has been contained, straightened out, and put into place by this perfect "circle."
Dabao Su Chen watched the slowly spinning Tai Chi Dao-like shadow at his father's fingertips, his clear eyes gleaming with an unprecedented brilliance! He murmured to himself, "Yin and Yang rotate, movement and stillness blend harmoniously, chaos returns to order, and childishness becomes the foundation of the Dao... This is... the true 'Tai Chi circle ultimately leads to the Dao'! Dad's Dao lies not in the heavens, but in the mundane world, among the children on his shoulders!"
Su Li was also stunned. She didn't understand so many profound principles, but she could clearly sense that Xiao Jue at this moment was completely different from his previous "sage mode"! He was now powerful yet reserved, profound and warm. The perfect Tai Chi shadow seemed to be the embodiment of his deepest bond with this world and this family! His Tao was perfected by protection and eternalized by fireworks!
Xiao Jue tapped his fingertips, and the Tai Chi shadow, embodying the supreme Dao rhythm, slowly dissipated, transforming into tiny points of warm light that blended into the air, nourishing the land and family he deeply loved. He tilted his head and gently kissed his daughter's sleeping face on his shoulder. His gaze gently shifted to his wife, who was holding Sanbao, and Erbao, who was sleeping soundly on the ground, finally resting on Dabao's face, which was filled with enlightenment.
"Breaking the void isn't about transcendence," Xiao Jue said in a calm yet powerful voice, as heavy as the earth. "It's about better protecting this tiny space, this noisy yet incredibly warm...human world. This circle is the end of the Dao, and also... the beginning of home."
The last rays of sunset gently enveloped this warm family. The father carried his sleeping daughter on his shoulders, the mother held her son in her arms. On the ground lay a chubby child, drooling over a pacifier. Next to him stood a young monk, lost in thought. The air was strangely filled with the scent of soap nuts, milk, and a faint hint of Tai Chi, forming the most ordinary, yet most moving, scene in the world.
The circle of Tai Chi eventually leads to the Tao, which is in the mundane world and even more so in the snoring of the child on the shoulder.
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