Using the energy he controlled, he copied again and again the Tao patterns he saw.
When this Tao pattern is completely copied and introduced into one's life, it becomes one's own Tao.
"The Tao tree has grown for hundreds of millions of years, turning itself into Tao. And I have amethyst, so why not let the amethyst also turn into a Tao tree? By then, I will be the Tao, and the Tao rhyme I have transformed can even make others
Come and understand..."
Yi Yun suddenly came up with this idea. This idea was extremely crazy. Even the Dao Lords of the Twelve Emperor Heavens had been pursuing only this realm.
Turning oneself into Tao seems to be just a legend. Although countless people pursue it, looking at the history of the Twelve Emperors, no one has ever succeeded.
Yi Yun's cultivation level was still very low, so he suddenly had such an idea, and then he couldn't control it, and it grew like a weed.
If this idea were known to others, they would only laugh at him. However, when Yi Yun has a purple crystal and can control all the energy in the world, this may not be impossible...
He controlled the flow of energy throughout his body and slowly condensed the Dao patterns.
He looked at a leaf on the Tao tree, again and again, and gradually, Yi Yun became immersed in it.
He felt as if he had turned into this leaf, feeling the richness of the Tao tree and the blowing of the wind.
His thoughts gradually became empty. The leaves sprout in spring and wither in autumn, just like human life is extremely short. The leaves will not be sad or painful, but will move gently with the wind.
I don't know how much time passed, but Yi Yun had been sitting quietly under the tree, motionless except for the occasional breeze that ruffled his hair.
The gray-clothed sword spirit had been guarding the Enlightenment Hall. He sat cross-legged and meditated, occasionally opening his eyes to look at Yi Yun, but Yi Yun was like a sculpture, without any change.
The boy in white would come to see Yi Yun every few days. He was a little disappointed when he saw that Yi Yun was sitting cross-legged and meditating, but he didn't seem to be making any progress, and no visions appeared in the Dao tree.
Although he looked down upon Yi Yun, after all, Yi Yun could be considered the successor of Chunyang Sword Palace. He still hoped that Yi Yun would make some progress and at least not go out and embarrass his master.
However, now, he didn't know whether Yi Yun had realized it or how much he had realized it.
"It has been three months. It is said that three days in the Enlightenment Hall are one year, which means he has been enlightened for thirty years."
The boy in white shook his head, and the sword spirit in gray said with a smile: "You also know that three days is a year. You can only say this when you have some understanding. In fact, it is impossible for anyone sitting under the Tao tree.
Always realize that three days is equal to one year. If such a high-speed realization can be maintained for ten days, it is already good."
"Let's see, let's see what he looks like when he wakes up." The gray-clothed sword spirit was very optimistic, but the white-clothed boy was not in such a good mood. He said: "There is no abnormality in the Tao tree, so what if he wakes up?
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The sun rises and sets, the clouds roll and relax. In fact, in this grassland where Tao trees grow, except for the Tao trees themselves, everything else is ordinary and natural life. Yi Yun saw that the insect in the grass spent its short life,
New weeds sprouted from the ground, and the world reincarnated. Yi Yun was neither sad nor happy, he just watched quietly.
He seemed to be a leaf himself, spending his life as a leaf. The autumn atmosphere was getting thicker, the leaves withered and turned yellow, and a gust of wind blew, and he staggered off the tree and fell to the ground.
In the process of falling off the Tao tree, Yi Yun saw himself and the Tao tree clearly. He seemed to realize so much in an instant.
His mind was clearer than ever before, and the vast world seemed to open up suddenly. Yi Yun slowly woke up as he fell. He watched himself getting closer and closer to the ground, and finally... he landed gently on the ground.
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The feeling of being down-to-earth is also the destination of life, so Yi Yun opened his eyes...
The world returned to Yi Yun's vision. It was still this grassland and this old tree with twists and turns. However, in Yi Yun's eyes, everything was different...
"He's awake!"
The gray-clothed sword spirit's eyes lit up. He waited for a long time and finally waited until Yi Yun woke up.
"Finally woke up." The young man in white sighed. He immediately looked at the ancient Taoist tree behind Yi Yun, hoping that the Taoist tree would produce some strange phenomena. Although he knew that the possibility was extremely slim, he still
I subconsciously wanted to take a look.
The ancient trees are as old as before, without any reaction, without the halo formed by the condensed Dao, and there is no possibility of any Dao patterns or Sanskrit sounds.
Even in the breeze, the leaves of the Tao tree never made a rustling sound.
No vision...
Although it had been expected, it still made people feel disappointed at being so peaceful.
The young man in white steeled himself and wanted to ask Yi Yun what he had realized, but at this moment, his vision suddenly froze.
He saw... in the breeze, a leaf on the Taoist tree fell gently like a fallen leaf in autumn.
It just left the branch, like a green butterfly, fluttering in the wind. After spinning several times, it fell to the earth, to Yi Yun.
Yi Yun didn't raise his head, but he already knew about this leaf.
He gently stretched out his hand, palm upward, and the leaf fell lightly into Yi Yun's palm.
This scene is just like when Yi Yun was enlightened, he was a leaf. At the last moment of his life, he fell into the dust, light and soundless. This is the destination of fallen leaves.
However, this simple scene shocked the boy in white, and beside the boy in white, the sword spirit in gray suddenly stood up.
Both of them were as motionless as stone sculptures, just looking at the fallen leaves in Yi Yun's hands.
Has the Tao tree lost its leaves?
The three thousand Dao leaves of the Dao tree have not changed for countless years. In fact, the owner of the Chunyang Sword Palace built the Chunyang Sword Palace based on the grassland where this Dao tree grew. At that time, this Dao tree
There are already three thousand Daoye, until now...
The gray-clothed sword spirit looked towards the crown of the tree, only to see a small bud sprouting from the branches where the leaves had just fallen.
A leaf falls and a bud is born. This is something he has never seen before after guarding the Tao tree for so long.
And today, it happened.
The fallen leaves happened to fall into Yi Yun's hands. This was certainly not a coincidence.
Yi Yun's enlightenment did not cause the Dao tree to have any abnormal phenomena, but it only caused the Dao tree to wither one leaf. Why is this?
Regardless of the gray-robed sword spirit or the palace spirit Chi Bai, they are not actually real beings. Their understanding of Tao was determined at the moment of their birth. It was their creator who gave them the understanding of Tao.
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They couldn't understand why the Tao tree lost its leaves.
At this time, Yi Yun gently held the leaf stalk, and the leaf slowly rotated in Yi Yun's hand, like a small fan.
Decline...rebirth...
Yi Yun raised his head to look at the buds on the treetops, and gently pressed the leaves into his palms. Although they were withered, the leaves were still green...