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The years of hard training have vanished, yet I do not feel much heartache. Gaining it is my fortune, losing it is my fate. The joyful attitude towards cultivation that I learned from my master has deeply influenced me. For me now, feeling regret over lost skills seems less practical than taking the opportunity to rest for a while.
I wrapped my Daoist Robe tightly around me and found a comfortable position to lie down. However, as I was lying down, I felt something jabbing at my waist. I reached down to check and found it was a sword hilt.
It must have fallen out when I grabbed the snacks earlier. I shook my head at the hilt; if only it had shown its power earlier, I wouldn't be in this situation now. Now, even putting you back in the Seed Bag feels like a task beyond my current abilities.
I casually placed the hilt into my pocket, closed my eyes, and began to rest.
What I call resting is actually lying down while continuing to practice breathing techniques. Since I have memorized the meridian pathways thoroughly, I do not need to concentrate on controlling my energy like Wang Ni does. With the rhythm of my breath, the Taiji Diagram in my Dantian automatically refines pure energy for me, which then circulates within Tai Chi.
However, my Taiji Diagram has been completely drawn out of my Dantian, meaning that the automatic refining process can no longer occur there. But having gone through the refining process countless times, even if I have to control the energy extraction myself, I can still manage to multitask effectively.
At first, I held hope for my Dantian, but when I saw all the refined energy being absorbed by the three points within it, I gradually came to terms with it. It's okay; at least I've sacrificed some energy but saved many people. If necessary, I can always start over. If starting over doesn't work out, then I might as well give up cultivation altogether and wait to become a Judge in Yama's Hall after my life ends. Isn't that also a path?
Since my name includes Xie Bi'an, which means adapting to circumstances as taught by my master, I have never been too concerned about my future. Even when Uncle Xing clearly told me that it was just a scapegoat for someone else’s mistakes, I did not resist.
During the usual cultivation process, I do not truly fall asleep; rather, I enter a state of light slumber. However, for some reason, as soon as I lay down just now, an overwhelming drowsiness washed over me. Could it be that I'm too tired today?
Indeed, after fighting with Red Boy early this morning and running around with Lin Miaomiao while helping Weirdo Brother with Exorcism tasks at school—I'm only human after all—I realized that since I can't store energy right now anyway, I might as well abandon any plans for further breathing exercises and indulge in some long-awaited sleep.
It has truly been a long time since I've let everything go and simply sought a good night's sleep. In those early years of cultivation practice, there were times when I went without sleep for three months straight. That was mainly to gather the Taiji Diagram within my Dantian while my master accompanied me throughout. Fortunately, during that first attempt, I successfully activated the Taiji Diagram and later dared not slack off for fear of disappointing my master's earnest gaze.
Thinking back on those days was quite intense; a slight smile crept onto my lips as I slowly drifted into sleep.
I don't know how long it had been when it felt as if someone was calling my name; slowly, awareness began to return to me.
My body felt as if it were floating in water, and my eyelids were heavy, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds. Although I couldn't open my eyes, I sensed that I was in a world of Colorful Radiance.
What was happening? Had the crisis been resolved? How long had I been asleep? This place felt unfamiliar to me.
A series of questions flooded my mind.
"Wake up, quickly wake up." It seemed like someone was tapping me, not just one person, but a group surrounding me.
"Who is this?"
"I don't know. Someone from outside?"
"It's been a long time since outsiders came. The last time was just one."
"Shh, we can't talk about that!"
From their voices, the people around me seemed quite young, like a group of Children playing by the creek.
"They're coming, they're coming!" The voice suddenly filled with excitement, as if someone had arrived.
I didn't hear any footsteps or any other sounds. Who could it be?
Faintly, I heard an old voice muttering to itself: "So they arrived at this time? They came too early."
Could he have already sensed that I would come sooner or later?
"Everyone, step aside."
Voices echoed around me as if they were rising from the water.
"Wake up!"
It felt like something brushed against my face, a tickling sensation that made my nose itch, and I couldn't help but yawn.
"Yawn!" With that yawn, I suddenly sat up, and my eyes opened at the same moment.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I was stunned.
What is a fairyland? Perhaps what lay before me was it.
I was lying in a shallow stream, and as I looked around, it seemed to be an island of sorts. The first thing that caught my eye was a towering pine tree.
"Pine" is a term used to describe something very large, but here it was no mere description; this tree truly seemed to have grown to great heights.
Once I gathered my thoughts and took another look around, everything appeared shrouded in a hazy feeling. No, it should be described as infused with an ethereal aura! The air here could no longer be described as fresh. Without needing to breathe deeply, I could tell that the Earth Spirit Energy here was astonishingly thick, almost making me feel that just one breath could prolong my life!
In the distance, I could faintly see cranes flying and hear very soft roars of strange beasts.
What is happening? Am I dreaming?
Looking up again, I saw a group of young disciples by the shore, each no bigger than Red Boy, all looking quite adorable and innocent, untouched by the world. Behind this group of disciples stood an old Daoist.
The old Daoist wore a snow-white Daoist robe, which was unadorned with Tai Chi symbols or gossip patterns. Only three stars illuminated a slanted moon.
He had his hair styled in an elaborate Daoist bun, secured with an ebony Dao pin that appeared quite aged yet still emitted a striking radiance. The old man’s beard was completely white, covering his chest, and although his face was clearly lined with wrinkles, there were no age spots typically seen on elderly faces. His expression was kind, and just standing there gave off a warm feeling. He also held a white dust whisk in his hand, which I assumed had just brushed across my face.
"Awake?" the old Daoist asked with a smile.
"Yes," I replied, rubbing my head, still feeling a bit dazed. Where exactly is this place?
The old man seemed to guess my question and smiled slightly: "You guessed correctly; you are in a dream."
What kind of situation is this? Am I dreaming or not?
"But," he continued, "this is not entirely just a dream."
Can you not be so cryptic? What do you mean it's not completely a dream? Are you suggesting I'm having a mental breakdown?
"Strictly speaking, this is called Divine Wandering in the Void," the old Daoist said with an air of mystery.
I slapped my head hard; if this were a dream, it should have been enough to wake me up. But I was disappointed. Not only did I not wake up, but I also became even more alert.
My eyes gradually began to regain their luster. Because of my training in Spiritual Sight, I couldn't be nearsighted, so everything I saw, regardless of distance, was extremely clear.
I noticed that in addition to the previous things, there were a few large characters written on that towering tree:
Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave.
What the heck!
What is going on? Isn't this the place where Sun Wukong learned his craft back in the day?
How did I end up here? Wait a minute, could this old Taoist in front of me be Sun Wukong's master—Subhuti Master?
What the hell? This is too much of a plot twist! Just a moment ago, I was at school fighting zombies, and now I've suddenly crossed over to this place? Wait, could it be?
I heard that someone is using hallucinogens on people and then taking their organs. Did I fall victim to that?
I quickly got up and checked my waist. Thankfully, there were no wounds, which means my kidneys are still intact.
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