On the fishing boat, Yang Xuan stared blankly at the wrinkled face in front of him, not understanding what was going on.
"Xiaoyu, what's wrong?" The old fisherman looked at him strangely, his face full of concern.
"Grandpa, I'm wondering why we have to be bullied by those people," Yang Xuan said. His voice was tender, but it was filled with anger.
Yang Xuan was shocked because this wasn't his will. His body was speaking on its own.
"Sigh, what can we do?" The old fisherman in ragged clothes looked helpless. "This world has always been like this. The strong prey on the weak. Pockmarked Wang is stronger than us, so we can only be bullied."
"Grandpa, is it because I'm stronger than Pockmarked Wang that we won't be bullied? Can we bully others just because we're stronger? "the tender voice asked again.
"If you bully others, what's the difference between you and Pockmarked Wang?" the old fisherman said sternly.
"Grandpa, I understand. I won't bully others." The child's voice was tender, but it was filled with determination.
"Okay, good child. Come, drink this fish soup."
Everything that was happening in front of him triggered a memory that he had hidden for a long time.
At this moment, he was deep in thought.
The boat shook slightly. Then, a voice sounded.
"Sir, can we go out to sea?"
Yang Xuan's body shook as he looked up.
It was another Yang Xuan.
At this moment, he understood everything.
"Hero, we can go out to sea, but we have to wait until the rain stops," the old fisherman said anxiously, not daring to delay.
Seeing Yang Xuan throw out the golden leaf and the old fisherman refuse to accept it, Yang Xuan, who had transformed into Mo Xiaoyu, finally asked his past self the question that he had answered before.
"Uncle, are you a martial arts expert?"
"Yeah, is your name Xiaoyu?"
"Then are you good at martial arts? How good? "
"Yeah, there's probably no one better than me in this world."
"Then can you teach me?"
"Oh? What do you plan to do after learning martial arts? "
"I want to beat Pockmarked Wang up."
…
"Will you always be like this?"
Following her increasingly clear memory, Mo Xiaoyu finally said that sentence.
"I will always insist on this," Xiao Yu said firmly without any hesitation.
At this moment, Yang Xuan, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, clearly felt a mysterious aura appear in Mo Xiaoyu's body. It rushed out from the top of her head, and after circling in the sky, it actually triggered another kind of unknown power. It flowed down like a great bell, falling from the sky and pouring into Mo Xiaoyu's body.
It was the Dao, the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!
Yang Xuan was shocked beyond words.
At this moment, he could finally clearly feel what Xiang Donglai called the Dao.
This was not the Dao of the Human Dao, nor was it the Dao of entering the Dao. Instead, it was another type of Dao. It was extremely mysterious, as if it was connected to some sort of deeper power within the world.
What is Dao?
Yang Xuan asked himself.
"What's your name?"
"I'm Mo Xiaoyu."
"Alright, Mo Xiaoyu. Are you willing to take me as your master?"
"I'm willing. I want to learn martial arts. I want to set rules for all the evil people in the world. I want them to stop bullying others and know how to abide by the rules." Mo Xiaoyu's voice spread out in the heavy rain, accompanied by bursts of thunder.
Boom!
Several bolts of lightning struck Yang Xuan's soul, causing it to tremble.
He seemed to have understood.
The next moment, darkness struck. Yang Xuan's vision turned black, and he lost consciousness again.
…
"Submit or die!"
When Yang Xuan regained consciousness, a thunderous voice rang out, causing him to retreat wildly.
He couldn't help but groan from the intense pain in his chest.
Yang Xuan felt a heart-wrenching despair as he clutched his chest with his furry, door-like paws.
"Sky Pole King, if you can let Black Tiger leave safely, I, Black Bear, swear that I will be loyal to the Sky Pole King for life and never betray you."
"What qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?" The Sky Pole King's voice was ice-cold and filled with killing intent.
"Since that's the case, I choose death!" Black Bear stood up. His body seemed to have become infinitely large, and his voice boomed in the hall.
A mysterious aura was emitted from Black Bear's body. It seemed to have affected something. In the sky that only Yang Xuan could see, an incomparably huge black shadow actually appeared.
That was clearly a bear!
"I'm also righteous!"
At this moment, Yang Xuan's mind was still echoing with this sentence.
Darkness descended once more, and Yang Xuan lost consciousness again.
…
The ten yuan slabs were thrown at his feet. Yang Xuan looked at the dark woman in front of him and already guessed what she wanted to say.
Sure enough, she still said that sentence, "Because I want to live."
Live!
When the indescribable aura emitted from those bitter fishermen affected the indescribable power between heaven and earth, Yang Xuan went silent.
What was Dao?
Mo Xiaoyu was protecting the rules. She would rather send them to the authorities and let them be punished by the law than use her profound martial skills to kill those who broke the rules once and for all.
This was Dao.
Black Bear scrupulously adhered to righteousness. He would rather die to protect the word 'righteousness' in his heart.
This was Dao.
In order to survive, these villagers gave up all their conscience, gave up all their perseverance, and did everything they could to survive.
This was also Dao.
What was Dao?
Between heaven and earth, there was only one mountain. The mountain was so tall that it pierced through the clouds.
Yang Xuan sat quietly at the peak of the mountain and looked at the clouds.
He didn't know why he was here, nor did he know how he got here. He also didn't want to investigate.
The wind blew and the clouds changed, forming all kinds of shapes.
The tide rose and fell. The sea of clouds spread endlessly.
The sun rose and set. Time flowed without a beginning or end.
Spring came, summer arrived, autumn left, winter returned …
The four seasons changed, leaving all kinds of marks on Yang Xuan's body.
One year, five years …
Yang Xuan didn't move at all. He allowed his hair to turn white, his clothes to rot, his skin to scab, and his body to turn into a rock.
Time continued to pass, but Yang Xuan had lost all signs of life. It was as if he had really turned into a rock, a lump of soil, without any signs of life.
Time continued to pass.
Ten years, twenty years …
On a certain day in the fiftieth year, a voice finally came from under the pile of withered rocks.
"So that's how it is!"
Boom!
The mountain shattered and the sea of clouds dissipated. Yang Xuan, who had turned into an old man, appeared between heaven and earth, standing in the void.
"So that's Dao!"
Boom!
Thunder raged. Forty-nine vortexes appeared in the sky. Within each vortex, there were forty-nine bolts of lightning, ready to strike at any time.
The Great Dao had fifty, and the heavens had forty-nine. There was still a chance for survival.
And that chance was Yang Xuan. It was his Dao.
He was that one.
A faint shadow that looked exactly like Yang Xuan walked out of Yang Xuan's body. It stood beside Yang Xuan and faced the destructive lightning.
It was Yang Xuan's Nascent Soul.
"You are me, and I am you." Yang Xuan looked at his Nascent Soul and said in a thunderous voice.
The Nascent Soul said, "I am you, and you are me."
Yang Xuan stared at the Nascent Soul and asked again, "Do you understand?"
The Nascent Soul also looked at Yang Xuan and replied, "I understand. What about you?"
Yang Xuan nodded. "Since you understand, let's begin!"
The Nascent Soul also nodded. "Let's begin!"
Boom, boom!
Two bolts of lightning fell from the sky with the power to destroy the world.
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