Finally, a middle-aged cultivator wielding a long spear stepped forward and bowed to Xiao Chen: "Senior Xiao Chen! My spear technique has reached the level of 'Spear Intent Manifestation,' but I have yet to break through to 'Man and Spear as One.'"
“Every time I draw my gun, I feel like ‘the gun is a gun, and I am me.’ May I ask, senior, how can one achieve ‘the gun moves as one pleases’?”
Xiao Chen raised his hand, and the rusty iron spear twirled gently in his hand. The azure spear intent did not emanate outwards, but seemed to blend into the surrounding mountain wind and spiritual energy.
"The unity of man and gun is not 'I become the gun,' nor 'the gun becomes me,' but 'both I and the gun forget each other.' You feel 'the gun is the gun, and I am me.'"
"It's because you're still 'controlling' the gun. A real gun moves with your will; if you want to stab, the gun has already stabbed; if you want to defend, the gun has already protected you."
He made a feint thrust into the air, but instead of a spear, a gust of wind swept past.
He precisely split a fallen leaf in two: "Just like breathing, you don't need to consciously think 'I need to inhale' or 'I need to exhale' because breathing has become your instinct."
"The same applies to marksmanship. In the end, the gun becomes your 'second breath,' requiring no effort and coming naturally."
The middle-aged cultivator seemed to be deep in thought. He practiced a few spear flourishes in the air, gradually letting go of his deliberate control, and the spear's trajectory became increasingly fluid.
Although not a complete breakthrough, he has already touched the threshold of "man and gun as one".
On the periphery of the crowd, several sect patriarchs and elders from the Cangxuan Realm, who had long since lost their usual imposing manner, crowded around the front, some secretly making hand seals to record the words of Xiao Chen and his companions.
Some were pondering their cultivation bottlenecks, while others took out jade slips and meticulously inscribed key points word by word.
"I never imagined that Senior Su She had such a profound understanding of righteousness. I was previously stuck on the problem of 'the difficulty in continuing righteousness'."
"Finally, we have a direction today!" The old master of Wenyuan Pavilion stroked his beard, his eyes filled with excitement.
"What Senior Stone said about 'body tempering is not about brute force' has really enlightened me! I almost shattered my internal organs when I withstood the attack of the Nirvana Realm before. It turns out the problem was that my qi and blood were not in sync with my physical body!" The patriarch of the Vajra Sect exclaimed.
As the sun set, Xiao Chen and his companions had answered nearly ten questions, and each cultivator who received guidance had a face full of understanding and gratitude.
Xiao Chen glanced at the sky, cupped his hands to the crowd, and said, "Let's stop here for today. The path of cultivation must ultimately be walked by oneself. All we can do is help you open a door."
Although everyone was reluctant, they knew they couldn't be greedy. They all bowed to Xiao Chen and the other three, their voices in unison: "Thank you for your guidance, seniors!"
After the crowd dispersed and the foot of the mountain returned to calm, Xiao Chen and his three companions walked side by side toward the Qingyun Sect.
Looking at the darkening sky in the distance, Jiang Li said softly, "I didn't expect the cultivators of the Cangxuan Realm to have such good comprehension."
Shi Tou smiled and nodded: "What I just said was what my master told me before. I didn't expect it to actually help them!"
Xiao Chen looked up in the direction of Qingyun Sect, his eyes filled with warmth.
They left their sects to venture out and become stronger; now, being able to help the cultivators of the Cangxuan Realm is also a way of responding to their past efforts in protecting this realm.
At the foot of the mountain, the cultivators who had received guidance were pondering their insights from the day. The cultivation landscape of the Cangxuan Realm had also been quietly altered because of this "Qingyun Guidance".
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The recliner under the old locust tree swayed gently. Lin Zhou twirled a freshly fallen locust leaf between his fingers, gazing into the void. His eyes, once languid, now held a serious expression.
Creating a small world is no small matter; it requires "innate energy" that can sustain the origin of the world, something rarer than any treasure in the myriad realms.
Over countless millennia, the primordial energy of the myriad realms has nearly vanished.
That is the primordial energy remaining from the chaos at the beginning of creation, more precious than the Chaos Stone, and more fundamental than the Primordial Purple Qi.
It can nourish the nascent world, giving birth to mountains and rivers from nothingness, and nurturing life from death.
Ordinary cultivators can hardly even hear of it, let alone see it; even a Dao Realm expert, who has spent their entire life...
It is also unlikely that even a trace of it can be found in the chaotic rifts at the edge of the universe or in the ancient ruins of creation.
Countless forces have fought tooth and nail for a wisp of innate energy, only to end up with nothing.
"Without innate energy, the small world is just an empty shell and won't last long."
Lin Zhou muttered something to himself, flicked his finger, and the locust leaf floated into the air.
Without even lifting his eyelids, Pang Bo's divine sense, like a boundless nebula, silently penetrated the Qingyun Sect's formation, crossed the boundary barrier of the Cangxuan Realm, and spread towards all the myriad realms.
His divine sense swept across the burning star, but the flames on its surface couldn't even touch the hem of his divine sense.
Sweeping across the frozen Death Star, the chill deep within it felt like lukewarm water to his divine sense; passing through the desolate ancient domain teeming with demonic beasts, the supreme demonic beasts within were curled up in deep sleep, completely unaware of his passing divine sense.
It also swept through those prosperous realms controlled by higher powers.
The powerful beings at the Boundless Realm and Dao Realm within the realm were all cultivating with their eyes closed, completely unaware that a divine sense far beyond their comprehension was sweeping past them from above.
Lin Zhou's divine sense probed further and further, almost touching the chaotic zone at the edge of the universe, but he still couldn't find a trace of innate energy.
Just as he was about to withdraw his divine sense and ponder another method, he detected a faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation of primordial energy in an inconspicuous low-level realm.
It was neither the violent chaos of primordial energy nor the ethereal purple primordial energy; it was precisely the innate energy he was looking for, carrying a gentle and primordial quality!
"Oh? Interesting."
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow before slowly opening his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them. "We've searched every corner of the universe, and you found it hidden in a small mountain village?"
His consciousness instantly focused on that small mountain village.
The village looked extremely ordinary, with low mud-brick houses, fenced yards with a few old corn stalks, and villagers dressed in coarse cloth clothes.
Some carried hoes to the fields, while others sat on the doorstep twisting straw ropes. There wasn't even a decent fluctuation of spiritual energy; they looked no different from ordinary farmers.
But when Lin Zhou probed with his divine sense, he discovered something amiss: the old man carrying the hoe seemed to be walking slowly, but the tip of the hoe was always three inches off the ground, and with each step, faint array patterns flowed in the soil beneath his feet.
That was a "geological vein array" capable of trapping cultivators at the Dao Realm; the peasant woman twisting straw ropes had her fingers flying, each knot corresponding to a star position in the sky.
Where fingertips glide, even the void is quietly smoothed, and spatial rifts can be sealed; even the yellow dog lying on the ground at the village entrance gnawing on a bone...
With a mere twitch of its ears, it can detect the slightest movement from a hundred miles away; its alertness surpasses even that of the guardian beasts of the realm.
"So they were a group of guardians."
Lin Zhou chuckled softly, his divine sense sweeping over the villagers' cultivation levels.
They are indeed quite strong, but unfortunately, they are still several levels below him.
He stroked his chin, a plan forming in his mind: "Since you can't beat me, then I won't hold back with this innate energy."
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