Qin Wentian glanced at his surroundings. His silhouette flickered, wanting to see what exactly was in this desolate Sacred Academy.
This space was very vast and silent. There was an ancient castle within. Qin Wentian stepped into it. Numerous gigantic stones seemed to be cast into natural stone pillars, standing erect within the ancient castle. They were over 100 zhang tall, causing Qin Wentian to feel an ancient yet glorious aura. Although this place was desolate, it gave off a sense of mysteriousness.
Upon entering, the desolate ancient castle seemed to have a flight of stairs that led upwards, all the way to the sky. Each and every ancient stone pillar seemed to be flaunting its majesty. Qin Wentian actually felt a sense of piety in this ancient castle. This feeling was extremely mystical, involuntarily arising in his heart.
Stepping into the ancient castle, he entered a great hall in the center. The walls of the hall were all made up of stone, ancient and ancient, resembling a dilapidated monastery. Step by step, Qin Wentian walked forward. Over there, a gigantic ancient character was inscribed – Truth!
That word was very large and seemed to contain a mystical aura. Qin Wentian could faintly sense a ray of light landing on his body. But when he took a closer look, there was nothing at all. That mystical feeling instantly vanished and when he looked at the word again, it was still as ordinary as ever.
Qin Wentian looked left and right, there was nothing at all. In fact, there were even holes in the ancient castle that allowed light to seep in. It was extremely bright and gave him a feeling of enlightenment. However, he wasn't able to grasp that feeling.
"Truth, why is there only a single word?" Qin Wentian mumbled. In this ancient castle, there was nothing but this word.
His silhouette flashed and he walked out of the ancient castle, heading towards another direction. However, he discovered that this space was truly desolate and extremely vast. Even after riding on his immortal weapon for several days, he still couldn't get out. He could only occasionally see a few trees. Even in this desolate land, there were still towering ancient trees that wouldn't wither.
"Could it be that I was tricked?" Qin Wentian cursed in his heart. Why did he feel like he had walked out of the Immortal Sea and arrived on land? This land was no different from the Immortal Sea.
Could it be that he had to repeat what he had done in the Immortal Ocean? If that was the case, what was the point of doing all of this?
"No, something must be wrong. I've entered the Tiandao Sacred Academy, and I've seen through all falsehood, and I've seen through the rules. That's why I'm here. The Tiandao Sacred Academy won't let me fall into the same situation again." Qin Wentian silently mused. The place where the Changqing The Great wanted to send him to was a place that could shake the hearts of the major powers of the immortal realms, a place where even immortal kings would rush in frenziedly. The Tiandao Sacred Academy that would start a new era most probably wouldn't be so boring.
Since he was here, then there must be a reason for him to be here.
"Truth, seeking the truth. Could it be because I've unraveled the mystery of the Immortal Sea, and was sent here to seek the truth?" Qin Wentian spoke in a low voice. He inclined his head and stared into the void as he asked, "Is this your intention?"
There was no reply from the void. Qin Wentian cursed in his heart. Was the fellow who spoke to him earlier truly here?
After a moment, Qin Wentian gave up. He didn't intend to ask the other party any further. He thought back to the strange feeling he had back in the ancient castle. He could faintly sense the power of the Buddha Sect.
The power of the Buddha Sect had always been mysterious and powerful, hard to fathom. It would often use zen mysteries for people to comprehend.
Could it be that the zen mysteries of the Buddha Sect were hidden here?
Qin Wentian thought back to the method he used to cross the Immortal Sea. It was because he had seen through the mysteries of the Immortal Sea.
Transformed from the Dao, where are the laws? The Immortal Sea isn't a sea. The Immortal Sea is boundless, there's no such thing as an immortal sea. I'm already in the Sacred Academy, where else do I need to go? The words he spoke earlier, as well as the mysteries of the Immortal Sea, he felt a faint sense of zen mysteries.
Could this be the reason why he came here?
The more Qin Wentian thought about it, the more he felt the possibility was very high. In the end, he smiled bitterly. Seems like he had to unravel the truth of the word 'truth' before he could see the truth.
"Let's go." Qin Wentian controlled his immortal-ranked weapon and moved like a bolt of lightning, speeding through the desolate space, returning to the location where the ancient castle was located. This time around, he slowly entered the ancient castle, trying to sense every strand of aura here, trying to comprehend this feeling. Finally, he came to the central hall of the ancient castle and once again stood before the word 'truth'.
"Truth. Just what kind of secret is hidden in the word 'truth'?" Qin Wentian silently mused. He closed his eyes and released his immortal sense, wanting to search for that mysterious feeling.
Occasionally, Qin Wentian would faintly sense the intent of the word. However, it was extremely illusory and difficult for him to grasp it.
Right now, Qin Wentian has already cultivated for many years. He knew that cultivation wasn't something that could be accomplished in a day. As his cultivation base rose, his state of heart grew more and more extraordinary. He was able to control his temper and cultivate the path he felt was right. Even if he discovered that he was wrong, he would still be able to start all over again.
Qin Wentian sat there in the ancient castle, staring at the word 'truth' every day. After a year, his cultivation base didn't improve at all but he was still immersed in it. If it was before, Qin Wentian most probably wouldn't be able to do this.
Today, Qin Wentian opened his eyes.
After meditating for a year, he stared at the word 'truth'.
"In the ancient records, it's said that supreme experts of the Buddhist Sect can meditate for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, comprehending the mysteries of zen. Today, I've meditated for an entire year, comprehending this word. Although I'm not able to comprehend it completely, I've managed to gain some insights." Qin Wentian spoke in a low voice. His state of heart was calm, there was no trace of impatience at all.
"Seeking truth, seeking truth, being able to see through all illusions and fabrications. Should I reflect on myself and see through myself?" Qin Wentian murmured. He actually closed his eyes once more, wanting to see through himself.
Many thoughts flashed through Qin Wentian's mind. Why was he so resolute in his cultivation? It was because those who were mediocre wouldn't be able to control their own fate. In fact, they wouldn't even be able to protect the people around them. Back then in the Sky Harmony City, the Qin Residence had experienced many trials and tribulations. In the end, they depended on their strength to resolve everything. Between him and Mo Qingcheng, they were separated by life and death. Similarly, only with sufficient strength could they be together. In the immortal realms, the Dongsheng Heaven Emperor relied on his strength to forcefully start a war between immortal kings in a particle world. How many innocent people died? The Tenlan Heaven Kingdom forced their way into the Evergreen Kingdom, wanting their princess to marry them.
Ever since he was born, he didn't know where his parents were. He didn't know if they were dead or alive. He only knew that he had a blood feud. All of these were the motivation for his cultivation.
In this world, the weak were lowly, their lives were like weeds.
There was no need to doubt his heart to grow stronger. No one would be able to shake it. This was the truth.
He thought of his family, his friends, and his own personality.
He also thought of his bloodline, his cultivation abilities, his astral souls, and his immortal-foundation.
Today, he started from the different types of energy he was proficient in, carefully comprehending himself and the path of cultivation he had taken.
In this desolate space, no one seemed to care about the flow of time.
Three years have passed since Qin Wentian entered this place from the immortal sea. However, Qin Wentian didn't seem to feel anything.
Today, he sat cross-legged under an ancient tree in the desolate space. His entire body radiated resplendent runic light as he fused his bloodline as well as his fiendgod body refinement technique. His physique was like that of a fiendgod, indestructible and indestructible.
Right now, Qin Wentian's physique was formed after he barged into the ancient emperor realm in the City of Ancient Emperors. After that, he stepped into the immortal-foundation realm and established a perfect physique. After that, he entered the ancient mountain in the God Hand Mountain Manor and comprehended God's Hand. In front of that golden body, his physique underwent a qualitative transformation again and again.
Up until now, this physique was already extremely perfect. This was especially so when he activated God's Hand, it was like a divine body that was formed from the fusion of all sorts of energy from Qin Wentian. In fact, Qin Wentian was confident that his physique wasn't any weaker compared to his perfect saint-grade immortal-foundation. He was unparalleled in the immortal realms.
Another day, Qin Wentian released his immortal-foundation in a certain desolate space. His immortal-foundation was perfect, without any flaws. He could freely transform it and infuse it with astral souls, allowing him to unleash tyrannical might.
He could transform his perfect immortal-foundation into a picture of a great roc, allowing him to be possessed by a great roc, allowing him to unleash the attacks of the great roc in the treasured cauldron.
Day after day, although Qin Wentian's cultivation base didn't increase, his strength was growing stronger bit by bit. His self-reflection also caused him to grow stronger, allowing his various abilities to be perfected.
Qin Wentian would often return to the ancient palace in the center of the ancient castle and sit there alone, facing the word 'truth'. He would close his eyes and cultivate diligently, comprehending a little bit of it every day.
Occasionally, Qin Wentian would also miss Qing'er and Qingcheng, and wonder if his friends were still doing well.
Qin Wentian didn't know when he would be able to see them again. But the him now, he could only do his best to search for them, walking on this path of seeking truth.
In this desolate place, one didn't know the meaning of spring and autumn. Even Qin Wentian gradually forgot the passage of time.
Today, the word 'truth' engraved there faintly radiated a strand of immortal light. That simple yet incomparably mysterious word actually grew increasingly resplendent, exuding an extraordinary aura.
Qin Wentian's eyes were still closed, with no distractions in his heart. It was as though he didn't know what was happening. But as the light grew brighter and brighter, on the originally ordinary walls, the glow of runic inscriptions could be faintly seen flickering.
Bit by bit, bit by bit … until the light grew boundless. All the walls shone with a boundless golden light, containing boundless runes, as though they were about to float out.
What was even more resplendent was that the word 'truth' seemed to truly float out from the walls. It was like the words of laws, like the words of the Great Dao. Beams of runic light directly imprinted onto Qin Wentian's body, gushing into his sea of consciousness.
A wondrous sound abruptly rang out, akin to the sound of the Great Dao. Space transformed into a three-dimensional form as boundless runes and runes intersected. At this instant, this simple and unadorned ancient palace was currently radiating an incomparable buddhic light. As the sounds of the Great Dao flowed into Qin Wentian's sea of consciousness, countless ancient runes appeared, floating there, incomparably profound.
At this moment, Qin Wentian understood that through these years, the path he took had always been correct. Today, he finally completed a qualitative transformation.
"Is this the supreme power of the buddhist path?" Qin Wentian's heart trembled. At this moment, he actually had a feeling that the complexity of this mysterious power was actually comparable to God's Hand!
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