"It is said that after practicing to the level of Ghost Immortal, one can fly to the clouds and face the baptism of Heavenly Thunder. If one withstands it, he can borrow the power of thunder to turn his spirit from Yin into pure Yang and become a Yang Spirit. He can change infinitely and have great magical power, which is even better than a Man Immortal. But this thunder is the power of heaven and earth, and its power is too great. If one is not careful, one's soul will fly away and scatter. No wonder Ziyue said that throughout the dynasties, there have been countless amazing cultivators, but those who have practiced to the level of Yang Spirit and become immortals only exist in legends, and have never appeared …"
After the spring thunder in the sky, it gradually subsided, and the spring rain became more lingering.
After an unknown period of time, suddenly, at the door, a group of thoughts that could not be seen by the naked eye slowly gathered, and finally gradually condensed into a human figure, which was Hong Yi.
Hong Yi's soul condensed at once, and he no longer dared to wander. With difficulty, he drifted to his body on the bed, but drifted very slowly, and was not fixed, as if it would disperse at any time, like an oil lamp in the wind and rain.
Finally drifting to the bed, his spirit was like a drowning man who had grabbed a life-saving straw, and suddenly drilled into it.
After the spirit drilled into it, Hong Yi's whole body shook. After a long time, he opened his eyes. His face was pale and completely bloodless, like a person who had just recovered from a serious illness.
Hong Yi only felt that he was extremely weak.
Sitting on the bed, he could not summon any strength.
This was the sequelae of just being struck by the thunder. The damage to his spirit this time was more serious than the damage caused by Hong Xuanji's Qi and blood in the Zhengfu last time!
Just now, when the spring thunder rang and his spirit scattered, Hong Yi's mind immediately became fast, and his thoughts immediately entered that kind of thousands of changes of nature, and maintained the realm of truth.
With such a thought, he finally left a seed of the spirit thought. After the thunder, he barely recovered, but his spirit was still seriously injured.
After Hong Yi's divine soul scattered, the terror in his heart felt like he had fallen into a boundless and incomparably dark cycle of reincarnation. After that, he experienced thousands of reincarnations. The terror and helplessness that could erase the memories of any soul was terrifying and helpless. Now that he had recovered, he was still in a state of shock. He didn't want to try it again.
"If I didn't maintain the state of Unmoving Truth and Unruffled Nature in my mind, I'm afraid my soul would have been destroyed by now."
Hong Yi's face regained some color as he muttered to himself.
Recalling the fear and helplessness he felt after being shocked by the spring thunder just now, he no longer had the slightest confidence in the cultivation path of Yang Spirit after he became a Ghost Immortal, passed the Thunder Tribulation, and became a Yang Spirit. Even if he had the supreme cultivation method of the Amitabha Sutra, he had no confidence at all.
The might of Heaven and Earth was not something a weak person could contend against. With just a little bit of power, any powerful Ghost Immortal would be smashed to pieces.
All of a sudden, Hong Yi had a completely useless thought about his own cultivation path. No matter how powerful a person was, they would not be able to withstand the Heaven and Earth Lightning Tribulation.
"Hmm? My confidence has been shaken? "
"What is courage and sincerity? Ziyue? Consort Yuan? Even father? Taishang Dao, Zhengyi Dao, Fang Xiandao, and even Lifeless Dao and Zhen Kong Dao? Don't they know the power of Heaven and Earth? Their experience is ten times richer than mine. They also know that the world is unpredictable, the world is dangerous, and the road is as dangerous as the wind of the Nine Serenities. But they still move forward without hesitation. On the path of cultivation, there is no room for the slightest bit of confidence to be shaken. "
Hong Yi felt that his confidence had been shaken. All of a sudden, he asked himself.
"I used to think that if I read well and understand the principles of righteousness, I would have courage in my heart. But these are all false. I'm strong in appearance but weak in reality. Only when I really set foot on the path of pursuing the Nirvana Realm and bear the power of Heaven and Earth, I can still move forward fearlessly. This is true courage and sincerity."
Hong Yi asked himself and reflected on himself.
With every rhetorical question, with every rhetorical question, Hong Yi felt a kind of sincerity take root in the depths of his heart.
"Infinite life, infinite light, Namo Amitabha."
All of a sudden, Hong Yi recited the last eleven words of the scripture with all his heart. His hands formed a circle and formed the Amitabha Seal, worshipping with all his heart.
He wasn't worshipping Buddha. Instead, he was worshipping the state of sincerity that could maintain one's nature even after going through endless trials and tribulations and thousands of reincarnations.
Why wouldn't such a state be worthy of sincere worship?
"The power of Heaven and Earth is unstoppable."
At the same time, Hong Yi placed his hands flat and looked at the sky outside the window, worshipping the power of Heaven and Earth in the most sincere way.
Under the boundless power of Heaven, there was no living being that wouldn't revere it.
It was only at this moment that he truly understood what the power of Heaven and Earth was.
Humans cultivated Dao and martial arts to break through the power of Heaven and Earth and reach the Nirvana Realm.
How much determination did one have to persevere with such a weak life to break through the limits of Heaven and Earth and the limits of one's life? How much determination did one have to have?
"The road ahead is long and filled with thorns. The power of Heaven and Earth … Walking alone, one has to endure everything alone."
At this moment, Hong Yi felt a heartfelt admiration for all those who persevered on both the Immortal Dao and the Martial Dao in hopes of transcending. At the same time, he worshipped and revered them with the utmost sincerity.
A thought that contained calmness, joy, reverence, and courage was born in the depths of Hong Yi's heart.
Hong Yi's soul felt as though it had been reborn. This was not the strengthening of his soul, nor was it the improvement of his cultivation. Instead, it was the baptism of his heart after experiencing the might of the world and not being destroyed, a baptism of life after surviving a calamity.
Be it Immortal Cultivators or Martial Artists, the path they took was a path of despair. Through the thorns and thistles, one had to carve out a path alone in the forest that was surrounded by tigers, leopards, and jackals, moving forward with great difficulty.
In the boundless ocean, the winds and waves could topple the mountains and overturn the seas. It was the despair of being unable to see the Nirvana Realm at any moment.
Under the despair of not being able to see the Nirvana Realm, one could still move forward fearlessly and firmly.
This was sincerity.
After constant questioning and introspection, Hong Yi finally touched the realm of "sincerity". With a devout heart, he pursued the true nature of the Nirvana Realm. How much wisdom and courage was involved in this? How much perseverance? How much danger? How much courage was there?
…
As Hong Yi questioned himself and introspected, he entered the state of meditation.
His damaged Spirit slowly recovered. After the introspection, the thoughts of calmness, joy, reverence, courage, wisdom, perseverance, and sincerity surged in his heart. They were like the lingering spring rain outside, nourishing his heart.
Until the night, and then again, Hong Yi just sat in meditation like this, motionless.
One night passed. In the morning, the sky was bright. The clouds broke through the sky, and a ray of sunlight shone on Hong Yi's face. Only then did he wake up. When he opened his eyes, there was a touching color between heaven and earth.
Silently using his Spirit, he suddenly went out of his body. Facing the sunlight, Hong Yi still felt a stabbing pain all over his body, and everything was blurry.
His cultivation did not increase.
However, when Hong Yi's Spirit returned to his body, he did not feel anxious at all, nor did he feel anxious because of the vast and irresistible sunlight. Instead, it was replaced by a strong courage for his future cultivation on the path of life.
Even if the sky fell and the earth cracked, and there was an abyss in front of him, he would still persevere in his sincerity.
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