Li Yi stroked the trunk. In his memory, the cloud fruit tree was only as tall as his shoulders at first, and the fruit it produced each year was limited. He himself did not intervene too much in the growth of the cloud fruit tree. Most of the time, it did not need watering, and there was no pruning or fertilizer.
Who would have thought that it would grow so tall today, not only in appearance, but also in inner Tao that extends like a towering tree.
This reminded him of a spiritual plant. There was a peach tree in Shangqing Palace that bore fruit once every thousand years. Although it was not as magical as the legend said, eating one bite of it could make one ascend to immortality, it was enough for a mortal to enter the golden elixir realm.
The peach tree has a kind of Dao inside, which is equal to the Dao of Heaven, and is more primitive. Many rare treasures have similar things, such as the Heaven Sword. Its Dao is more like the edges and corners of all things in the world, and the sharpness of all living beings.
So picking it up can make you unique in the world, and it will also leave only your edges and corners.
Li Yi could never figure out what this was. Every time he caught a glimmer of opportunity, he was shrouded in the fog again. In the end, he lost even that glimmer of opportunity.
For some reason, the Yunguo Tree now also has that kind of Tao, and it is extremely clear, without any blur.
The way of endless life implies all the tenacious living creatures. It is not primitive, nor mysterious, but clearly expresses a spirit and a will.
Live and change your destiny.
Li Yi closed his eyes slightly, immersed in it physically and mentally, and the Yun Guoshu did not reject him, completely showing itself to him without any cover.
The cloud fruit tree swayed slightly, the light became brighter, and an indescribable Taoist rhyme spread in the void.
Li Yi saw a man with mutilated hands and feet, blind, deaf-mute, congenitally disabled, and acquired disabled... He was almost a collection of all the disabilities, his body was desperate and his emotions were twisted, only his eyes emitted a faint light, as if praying and resisting.
He saw another thing, a crab with all its claws broken off, leaving only an empty shell. The only part that could move was its mouth, which was doing its best to absorb a small amount of nutrition from the water.
This is not the way to live forever, but they are one of them.
Li Yi opened his eyes and said in a daze: "This is what I saw and heard. The Tao is neither form nor words. It is above everything, yet exists in the humble."
The former is what Li Changsheng has seen in his medical practice. In ancient times, disability meant death, but there was no real death. The latter is the desire for survival in everything he has seen, whether it is the heroic efforts to change fate or the desperate prayers, they are all life.
Li Yi had some realization, he leaned forward and sat cross-legged, clasping his hands together, carrying the yin and embracing the yang, and living forever.
He has mastered all 3,600 magical arts, is proficient in the medical skills of the human body's meridians, and has combined the way of endless life.
The interaction of the two energies gives rise to all things.
This is the nine levels of rebirth.
Naturally, outsiders could not get a glimpse of the magic within, but no one dared to disturb them.
He Yu, the ghost-faced girl, and the Thousand Corpse Demon held two cloud fruits in total. The sudden vision gave them a chance to catch their breath.
However, they all looked a little strange at the moment. Others might not recognize the mysterious person in front of them. Most people could only see his back, and even if they saw his profile, it was only a glimpse. The only scene when he turned around, the arrival of Yunhai Kunpeng attracted everyone's attention.
Even the closest group of monks from the government could not see the face of the newcomer. First, the other party had no aura and could not be detected unless they were in sight. Second, maintaining any formation required full concentration, especially the sword formation for coordinated operations, and the breathing had to be kept consistent.
In this situation, it was difficult for them to pay attention to a non-existent person. Of course, one person must have seen it, and that was the swallowed Jindan stage monster.
The three of them didn't see each other's faces, but what they saw and heard in the illusion not long ago made them vaguely aware of each other's identities.
Fairy in the clouds.
The ghost-faced girl asked in a low voice, "Could this be Yunzhongxian, another powerful being named Xian? At that time, I had never heard of a powerful being of this level, and they were all called something like Zun."
Because of the deep impression left by the Sword Immortal, the ghost-faced girl subconsciously felt that the Immortal was much more powerful than any demon lord.
"In later times, the immortal way flourished, so naturally there was no king or venerable. This cannot be said to be a conclusion of which one is stronger or weaker." The Thousand Corpse Demon shook his head, "But it must be said that the Taoist methods of later times are indeed exquisite, and after the diligent modification of later generations, they are far better than those of the past."
The Thousand Corpses Demon obtained many magic spells from some younger generations of later generations. Through careful research, he had to admit that in the field of magic, later generations had indeed gone further.
What impressed him most was the Sword Immortal, who, under the sword that reached the pinnacle of killing, had an aspiration that was even more merciful than that of Buddha.
Don’t kill, support the sky.
Under the extreme killing, there is a softness like fireworks in the human world.
Opening and closing, hardness and softness go hand in hand.
The mysterious fairy in the clouds in front of him gave him an even more unpredictable feeling. Perhaps it was because he was good at concealing his energy, or perhaps he was already close to the Tao.
The young are to be feared. First he is a sword immortal, then he is a cloud immortal.
He originally thought that the real top existences were those powerful ones who were kings and respected in ancient times. Those who are now in the limelight are just a flash in the pan. If those existences were reincarnated, the world would be turned upside down.
But now it seems that this is not entirely true. Those who have achieved success in one path of cultivation are the first. There are capable people in later generations. I just don't know how they compare with the kings of ancient times and the founders of various sects?
Who is stronger, the Snow Night Sword Immortal or the Sword Taoist on that day? Who is better, the Cloud Immortal or his unknown ancestor?
Are later generations stronger, or are the ancestors better?
Very interesting.
Suddenly, the mysterious man in the center stood up, and everyone's heart was instantly lifted.
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