(Second Update)
The dozens of meters long fish was much weaker than the ten-meter long dragon. However, its meat was so delicious. Even if it was eaten raw, it tasted sweet and delicious. It didn't taste fishy at all. Moreover, when he chewed it, he felt like he was about to explode. The taste was unique and refreshing.
Eating half raw and the other half barbecued, Chen Zong ate very happily. The fish was dozens of meters long. After removing the bones, the fish weighed more than ten thousand pounds. However, Chen Zong ate to his heart's content and drank the wine he brought with him. He ate heartily and happily.
It could be said that since he had entered the void, it was the first time he had eaten so much.
This fish meat contained flows of vigorous Blood Qi and blood, which kept pouring into his body. If a Demigod Realm warrior ate it, he or she would be full after eating less than one hundred pounds. However, Chen Zong's cultivation base was profound, and his body was tough. Even after eating more than ten thousand pounds of meat, his belly didn't bulge.
"Good." After eating the entire fish, there was only a big skeleton left. It was clean without a trace of meat. Chen Zong gulped down a jug of wine. This feeling was so good that he felt like he was about to explode.
After the meal, Chen Zong didn't cultivate. Instead, he lay down on a slanted rock as if he was using it as a bed. His hands were crossed behind his head as a pillow. His eyes were half-closed, half-opened, half-closed, gazing at the sky of the Desolate Dragon Star.
Strands of dark yellow aura were floating in the sky of the Desolate Dragon Star like layers of clouds. They were moving slowly, which seemed to fill the air with a majestic aura and an indescribable sense of pleasure.
Although he hadn't figured out the mysteries of the sword attack he had used to kill the Desolate Dragon King in the past few days, he knew that in order to wield that sword attack, he had to master all his powers to the extreme.
However, to reach the extreme, Chen Zong vaguely felt that besides high-intensity battles to stimulate his potential, he also needed to follow his heart.
What was following his heart?
Chen Zong's understanding was to follow one's heart. For example, when he saw the big fat fish that was dozens of meters long, he wanted to eat it. Then, after following his heart and satisfying his appetite, he would naturally feel happy from the bottom of his heart.
This kind of carefree feeling would imperceptibly influence him, making him feel happy. Then, he would be able to better control his own strength.
Cultivation was not just cultivation. Walking, sitting, lying down, clothing, food, shelter, and transportation were all a kind of cultivation.
Imperceptibly, Chen Zong had a deeper understanding of cultivation.
Gradually, his eyes, which were staring at the dark yellow sky, seemed to be squinting slightly. He seemed to be asleep, but he was not. His heart existed between existence and non-existence, drifting outside of reality and illusion.
Marvelous!
Chen Zong was immersed in a wonderful feeling.
Eat when you want to eat, sleep when you want to sleep. Follow your heart and follow your heart.
Chen Zong had never thought that he would actually gain some enlightenment just by trying out what he had learned in the past few days.
It was a wonderful feeling. He seemed to be awake, but also seemed to be in a deep sleep. It was as if he was half-asleep and half-awake, wandering in the gap between Yin and Yang.
Unconsciously, his potential emerged like a gurgling spring. The power of his various strengths was also developed and mastered little by little, slowly approaching the limit.
This kind of cultivation method was really enviable. Just by eating a delicious meal and resting for a while with eyes closed, one could enter this wonderful state.
It was something that could only be found by chance.
The sky gradually darkened, and night fell. Chen Zong was still crossing his hands behind his head. His eyes were slightly squinted, and his body was motionless. His whole body was completely relaxed.
From his internal organs to every joint of his bones to every inch of his muscles and skin, it was as if all his strength had been sucked out. It was as if he had lost all weight and became as light as a feather. It was as if a gentle breeze could blow him up and make him float between the heavens and the earth.
Relax. His whole body was completely relaxed.
His mind was neither there nor there, drifting erratically. It seemed to be here, on the other side, on the earth, and in the sky.
His body seemed to be integrated into the earth, and his heart seemed to be integrated into the sky.
Body and heart, earth and sky.
Unknowingly, the inner world of Chen Zong's sea of qi seemed to have changed slightly as well. The heavens and earth became clearer and clearer, and the surroundings became more stable. The Taichu Sword Origin within seemed to have been refined, becoming even purer.
The night fell completely. The sky of the Desolate Dragon Star was filled with twinkling stars. There was a kind of indescribable tranquility and beauty. From afar, the roaring of beasts arose unceasingly. Some were near and some were far away, as if they were playing a beautiful melody, which made the night full of movements.
A huge cheetah that was almost black walked out of the dense forest with graceful steps. It seemed slow, but it was actually as fast as a stream of light. It quickly appeared beside the river. It opened its mouth and sucked, and a stream of water poured into its mouth.
It was a ferocious beast that came to drink water.
After drinking the water, the ten-meter-long panther walked past Chen Zong with graceful steps. It didn't notice Chen Zong's existence.
One had to know that beasts had very sharp senses. The cheetah's senses were even more extraordinary. However, at this moment, its footsteps had almost stepped over Chen Zong's body, yet it did not notice Chen Zong's existence at all.
It was like a stalk of grass or a piece of stone.
His body, mind, aura, and everything seemed to be one with the grass and the stone under him and the air around him.
However, Chen Zong could feel clearly that a giant panther was walking past him. The panther's vigorous body was gracefully walking. Under the dark yellow tough skin that was covered with soft fur that was almost black, its muscles were moving like waves, gradually transferring the power of its body. It was like the wind blowing the waves of wheat. It was indescribably strange and beautiful.
Chen Zong couldn't help but sigh. It was a masterpiece of nature.
In the past, he wouldn't have observed this so carefully and leisurely.
That night, other than the panther, there were other wild beasts that passed by. However, they didn't notice Chen Zong's existence.
It was as if in their perception, in their eyes, Chen Zong was no different from a stalk of grass, a piece of stone, or a piece of air.
The night faded and the day came. The morning sun danced together with the morning sun, shining on Chen Zong's body and reviving his warmth.
Chen Zong still didn't move. He carefully experienced that wonderful feeling. The coldness of the night gradually faded from his body, and was replaced by the warmth of the morning sun. It was the alternation of night and day, the rotation of the moon and the sun.
Gradually, the morning sun rose, and the light it emitted became more and more dazzling, more and more dazzling, and more and more scorching. It was as if a giant fireball was hanging high in the sky, burning incessantly.
The amazing heat fell on Chen Zong's body, making him feel as if he was about to be ignited. His entire body began to heat up, just like the stone under his feet.
He forgot to breathe. Or rather, his breathing had synchronized with the air under his feet. They were in the same frequency.
Some wild beasts came out of the primeval forest and went to the river to drink.
Some wild beasts met and started to fight to the death.
Not for anything else, but for survival.
If he killed the other party, he would be able to eat the other party as food, allowing him to live on and obtain even more power.
Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest.
Chen Zong seemed to have forgotten his identity. He also forgot about the cultivation of cultivation techniques and the comprehension of sword techniques. It was as if he wanted to continue like this forever, immersing himself in this world, nature, and space-time.
Chen Zong had never thought that he could get such an opportunity after coming to the Desolate Dragon Star. It was totally out of his expectation.
Therefore, cultivation was never a matter of seclusion. Seclusion was a must, but so was experience.
Walking around and looking at the scenery along the way could broaden one's horizons. Maybe one could find an opportunity to comprehend something.
Dao was in one's heart, and it was also in one's feet. It was in one's every move, whether it was walking, sitting, or lying down.
Regardless of whether it was the wild beasts drinking water or the wild beasts fighting, none of them noticed Chen Zong's presence and naturally ignored him.
In the blink of an eye, the sun was setting in the west, and night fell.
The night was dark and cold. A bright yellow lightning flashed across the sky, as if it had torn apart the sky of the Desolate Dragon Star. It shone in all directions, including Chen Zong's body.
The wind blew, and the sound of water splashing was heard. Raindrops the size of a thumb fell from the sky with great force.
It was raining.
It was the rain of the Desolate Dragon Star. It was the first rain Chen Zong had seen since he came to the Desolate Dragon Star. The raindrops seemed to carry a terrible gravity, which could break rocks.
The first drop!
The second drop!
The third drop!
…
The raindrops were densely packed, one after another. They turned into a big area, splashing down from the sky.
The ground was hit by the raindrops, and the rocks were also hit by the raindrops. Ripples appeared on the river, turning into surging waves. It was a terrible scene that could destroy everything.
The momentum was astonishing.
The raindrops fell on Chen Zong's body directly, but they seemed to merge with Chen Zong's body.
No, it was more like Chen Zong's body had merged with the raindrops.
His body seemed to have turned into water, but his mind seemed to have merged with the raindrops, gathering in the sky and then falling down continuously.
The wind was howling. The surroundings were blurred and clear at the same time. Countless raindrops were flying in the wind like happy spirits.
It seemed to be a kind of freedom that broke free from the cage and the shackles. It seemed to be a kind of temporary brilliance from birth to death.
However, Chen Zong soon found that the raindrops didn't really disappear when they fell. They changed from raindrops to water and gathered on the ground, turning into small puddles. They were still there, but in a different form. The essence was still the same.
No one knew how long this rain lasted. When it did not stop, sunlight penetrated through the thick layers of dark clouds and scattered down. Every raindrop was refracted and dyed with a seven-colored brilliance, as if adding color to the short journey, making it even more magnificent, resplendent, and dazzling.
Unknowingly, the rain gradually stopped. After the rain, the sun seemed to be even warmer.
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