Here stands an ancient, elegant building made of bluestone, its surface marked by the traces of ti, with green tiles on the pavilion’s roof. The four corners of the eaves are raised, like four phoenixes ready to fly, symbolizing the sublimation of wisdom and strength. Each ti the breeze passes, the bronze bells under the eaves gently ring, crisp and pleasant, like the harmony between the sound of nature and wisdom.
Entering the Hidden Truth Pavilion, the scent of ink and the aroma of ancient wood greet you, the light inside is soft, with sunshine streaming through the carved window lattice, mingling with the lanterns hanging inside, creating a tranquil atmosphere. The pavilion houses an array of books, ranging from ancient sheepskin scrolls to exquisite thread-bound books, each bearing the wisdom and painstaking effort of the predecessors, recording the secrets of cultivation that align with nature.
Among the bookshelves, core disciples of the sect can be seen standing or sitting, holding ancient books, imrsed in a sea of knowledge, seriously studying.
Turning into a breeze, I arrive at the deepest part of the Hidden Truth Pavilion, where the sect’s most precious texts reside.
They not only record the sect’s history and heritage but also contain supre cultivation ntal thods and secrets.
Only disciples of the sect who have passed rigorous tests and possess steadfast hearts are qualified to enter this sacred land to seek the highest realm of cultivation.
It’s been countless years since I’ve been here, and the woody scent perating the air brings imasurable nostalgia to the Heavenly Soldier.
I rember when I first entered the sect, seeking immortality, I spent countless days and nights here, studying tirelessly.
Looking back at the past, my heart is filled with emotion.
Now, I have finally followed in the footsteps of my predecessors, reached the end of this world, and am about to shatter the void and leave.
Thinking of seeing my master again and those seniors who once accompanied , the corners of the Heavenly Soldier’s mouth subtly lift.
Stepping to the bookshelves at the end, he extracts an ancient scroll.
It records the ascension insights left behind by the predecessors.
Among them, the rejection feeling of the world that I just sensed is recorded, as well as many cultivation summaries.
The cultivation model of this world can be called Nourishing Spirit.
It begins with Foundation Establishnt, nurturing spiritual energy within oneself, and the first step for a cultivator is to condense a Golden Core within the body.
Then, spiritual energy is continually used to temper the Golden Core until it hatches into a Nascent Soul.
Reaching this stage, one is considered to have entered the hall, ascended as a true cultivator, significantly increasing lifespan while being able to perceive subtle changes in heaven and earth, and controlling the power of nature to produce powerful magic.
The subsequent cultivation involves nurturing the Nascent Soul, allowing it to continually grow and strengthen.
My current cultivation is at the sixth realm within the cultivation realm, also known to the world as the Ascension Realm.
I can tear through the thick space barrier at any ti, following the heavenly ladder constructed by the upper world to the higher realm, which is also known as the Immortal Realm, or the Heavenly Realm.
The nature of the Immortal Realm is detailed within the books.
Heavenly Soldier has also witnessed a corner of the Heavenly Realm during ascension, a mory that remains vivid.
It was 215 years ago, when the senior brother ascended, I personally witnessed the scene following the senior brother tearing through space.
On the shattered sky, a splendid heavenly ladder quietly erged, not made from ordinary earthly materials, but woven from countless twinkling starlights and soft spirit light threads, resembling a cascading Milky Way, forming a rainbow bridge, until it disappeared at the end of that space filled with floating clouds and radiant light.
On either side of the heavenly ladder, immortal cranes soared, immortal music drifted, the lodious and profound tune cleansed the mundane impurities of the senior brother’s body.
During this, immortal figures clad in radiant light, with transcendent expressions, were faintly visible at the end of the heavenly ladder, their extraordinary nature inspiring reverence and longing.
When the senior brother stepped onto the heavenly ladder and reached the end, he saw the outline of the Heavenly Court gradually becoming clear, a magnificent palace constructed from beautiful jade and divine materials, resplendent and regal, each brick and tile emitting soft yet dazzling light, until the senior brother passed through the upper world’s gate, everything vanished into invisibility.
This is also the scene the Heavenly Soldier dreams of many tis, fantasizing about experiencing in person.
Turning the pages of ancient books, they record many similar scenes, leaving admonitions within the texts.
For example, before ascending to the Immortal Realm, one needs to cleanse their body, shed mundane dust, then change into new attire, as a sign of respect for the Guiding Immortal of the upper realm.
These contents are carefully morized by the Heavenly Soldier.
Continuous flipping through different ancient books, ti quietly passed, and the sky gradually darkened.
When the Divine Sense swept through the contents of the last ancient book pressed at the bottom of the bookshelf, the Heavenly Soldier was stunned:
The last ancient book was left by a sect predecessor thousands of years ago, the first page of the book printed with several passages:
At the mont of ascension, standing atop the clouds, looking back at the mortal world, with a heart of countless knots, reminiscing the past fireworks of the mortal world, the warmth and affection, grievances and grudges, all have beco past clouds of smoke, yet the heart is tied to the mortal world, entangled and poignant, like the spring breeze brushing the willow, hard to part.
Above the nine days, immortal music drifts, the call has arrived, yet his footsteps are heavy as lead, looking back again, the mortal world still thriving, sighing in the heart.
Unwilling to part with this warmth, dreams remain in the mortal world, wishing to stay here forever, reluctant to leave.
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The first page of the book describes the predecessor’s reluctance to leave the mortal world.
Yet the world’s rejection of this predecessor beca increasingly heavy. In order to remain in the mortal world, this predecessor, greedy for the mortal world, created a Dissolution Technique, attempting to use it to reverse oneself, to downgrade the cultivation realm, even if the result is a sharp decrease in lifespan, to stay in the world with family and old friends.
At the end of the book, the predecessor fell into the mundane world, passing away within fifteen years.
Turning to the last page of the ancient book, it contained the Dissolution Technique left by the predecessor, given to half-step immortals equally covetous of the mortal world.
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