"Ti Dao Disc (80%)."
"Ti Dao Disc (81%)."
"..."
The progress of the Great Dao Disc steadily increased.
As expected, the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion is truly a land of high laws.
It is similar to the Divine Relics here; Upanishad is not the limit, and Super Taoization can be anticipated.
Xu Xiaoshou had already retreated from the Demon Ancestor’s ti node.
In the end, he made no choice, and it seed that the Demon Ancestor knew from the beginning that he wouldn’t be quick to give an answer.
Thus, in the end, he just said, "No rush for now."
He was extrely certain of himself, confident that once Xu Xiaoshou returned and saw the developnt of the continental situation, he would be more determined to abandon Bazhun’an and seek cooperation with him.
As for the secrets of that superior choice, and in the end, the Demon Ancestor’s gentle tap on the forehead with the word "wheel" as a hint...
Wandering the river of ti, with the sedint of the truth of ti, Xu Xiaoshou’s feelings for the Ti Dao deepened, and he suddenly felt lost.
He only felt that he was about to lose himself here, and the thoughts flashing back in his mind had just one idea:
"The Demon Ancestor knows the wheel in my head..."
In fact, in Xu Xiaoshou’s mind, it was no longer just a wheel but a Passive System interface.
But he knew well how the Passive System appeared.
It was because he inadvertently disturbed the pointer on the wheel, forcing a selection.
The Demon Ancestor’s hint exposed his ignorance, showing he knew nothing of the Passive System truth and was stuck at the original stage of "wheel."
However, it also revealed his omniscience. Xu Xiaoshou’s greatest secret, could the Demon Ancestor actually know sothing about it?
"How did he know?"
"If he knows, it proves the existence of the ’wheel,’ and he is certainly not the only one aware of it; perhaps other Ancestral Gods know too..."
Over there with Jin Ren, the perceptions of the secular world’s myriad forms still seep in.
The river of ti, from the White Cave to Dongtianwang City, to Abyss Island, and even to the subsequent Jade Capital City, Four Symbols Secret Realm, Divine Relics.
All sorts of pasts, all sorts of pasts not belonging to himself, ca rushing in.
This massive "experience," whether his own or not his own, almost drowned Xu Xiaoshou in the river of ti.
Fortunately, the only thing still anchoring him was a series of steadily increasing numbers.
"Ti Dao Disc (88%)."
"Ti Dao Disc (89%)."
"..."
At this step, Xu Xiaoshou had finished walking through this life in the five regions, once again witnessing the cycle of blooming and withering.
He planted ninety-nine seeds in the Field of Profound Dao, holding onto the last one, hesitating to plant it.
"All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion..."
On the river of ti, he arrived at the present in the real world, once again entering the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion.
He saw himself.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by devilish energy, with furrowed brows, as if trapped in so unsolvable dilemma.
"Of course it’s difficult; if I can’t figure it out, how could I?"
Wandering on the river of ti, looking at himself ditating in the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, I watch myself, yet I am not myself.
This profound, this miraculous, inevitably evokes a sigh.
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood Kong Yuhen, the Ti Dao is inscrutable, and the deeper one knows, the more lost they beco.
He simply gave up thinking and directed his gaze back at this endlessly sorrowful All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion.
"Gugu..."
The boiling kettle had long been untouched.
The curling, boiling white steam drifted up from the spout, shapeless as ti.
"Swish swish..."
Master Siren sat restlessly at the tea table, his hand fanning a fallen fan incessantly.
Bazhun’an leaned imposingly against the door, calm and composed, eyes sotis glancing out the window.
Kong Yuhen had already co down from the wooden ladder, moving to the left side of the loft to the display table, half leaning there, absentmindedly twirling a sharp wood carving knife in his hand.
"Kong Yuhen, is he skilled at woodworking?"
Xu Xiaoshou pondered, recalling the last ti in the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion; Kong Yuhen had indeed been carving Huang Quan.
His carvings were so bizarre, heads encased in heads, like a Matryoshka of Ti Cages, and just a glance made one feel as if even the soul would be drawn into the abyss.
"Huang Quan, was he absorbed into the abyss?"
Xu Xiaoshou thought of this figure again, and so far, he hadn’t reappeared in the five regions.
Huang Quan was absent.
Huang Quan’s wood carving remained.
Xu Xiaoshou looked at the wood carving on the display table, thinking these were surely Kong Yuhen’s proud works.
Besides Huang Quan’s, there were also the wood carvings of the Ten High Nobles and other familiar yet naless entities.
"Perhaps, they also were figures of that era, with the stature comparable to the Ten High Nobles."
Perhaps left unkempt for too long, the wood carvings were never really dusted by Kong Yuhen; so had thick dust settled on their heads and shoulders, like ti.
"Previously, it seed there was no dust..."
Whispering silently, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly beca alert, noticing other wooden trinkets besides wood carvings on the display table.
There were combs, wooden bells, pitch pots, wooden targets, wheels, and others, seemingly all things Kong Yuhen made out of idle ti.
"Wheel!"
Xu Xiaoshou’s pupils dilated.
Approaching, he quickly grabbed that wheel.
But the wheel was just plain wood, with no gold-red divide, no pointers to toggle, no engravings of "Active System," "Passive System," etc.
Setting down the wheel, he felt a sense of emptiness.
Expectations and disappointnt, just like ti.
"Ti..."
Holding the last Profound Dao Seed, at this point, everything Xu Xiaoshou saw and felt could be related to ti.
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