Chapter 850 - 404: Cast Ephemera Upon Heaven and Earth! The World Never Lacks a New King_2

Chapter 850: Chapter 404: Cast Ephemera Upon Heaven and Earth! The World Never Lacks a New King_2

"The so-called cultivation is about breaking barriers."

"Breaking barriers!?" Zhang Fan pondered.

"What you can see is this tea garden here, but beyond... can you see what lies beyond that mountain?" Chu Chaoran pointed to the distant mountain and asked.

Zhang Fan shook his head, indicating he could not.

"That is a barrier," Chu Chaoran said solemnly.

"What you see, hear, know, feel, and cultivate... all have barriers."

"As long as you are in the Red Dust, there are barriers everywhere!"

"Only by breaking barriers can you see the truth, can you attain the Dao!"

"Only then can you know the past, see the present, and understand the future..."

Chu Chaoran’s voice was mysterious and profound, at this moment even his figure appeared illusory in Zhang Fan’s eyes.

"The ways of others aren’t enough to follow, renounce sages and discard wisdom to find the wondrous and profound truth..."

"The more you know, the more obstacles there are, and the greater the obstacles, the greater the tribulation..."

"How can one succeed on this path? How can one achieve longevity?"

"Zhenren, the greater the tribulation, the greater the chance. If one can resolve the tribulation and grasp the opportunity, wouldn’t that mean advancing courageously?" Zhang Fan suddenly asked.

Chu Chaoran heard this and laughed, "Then when is it ever the end?"

Zhang Fan was stunned by this.

"Cultivating longevity, cultivating longevity, naturally has no tribulations nor chances, surpasses both, transcends dimensions, where is the distinction, where is birth and death, emptiness and clarity?"

Zhang Fan was confused as he listened; clearly, the realm where Chu Chaoran stood was far beyond his current understanding. With Zhang Fan’s present cultivation, he couldn’t truly grasp its intricacies.

"Zhenren, then how can one cultivate longevity?" Zhang Fan asked a critical question.

"Do you know..."

"The mayfly!?" Chu Chaoran suddenly asked.

"I know." Zhang Fan nodded.

It is the lifeform with the shortest lifespan in the world.

Human life spans a hundred years, while a mayfly lives just one day, born in the morning, dead by evening, not knowing what heaven and earth are.

"Compared to the lifespan of a mayfly, humans are like immortal beings, but compared to the infinite heaven and earth, human’s hundred-year lifespan is not even as long as a day in the mayfly’s life..."

At this moment, Chu Chaoran slowly stood up, looking at the eastern sun rising slowly, and his aged eyes appeared somewhat unfocused.

"To be born like the mayfly in heaven and earth, a grain in the vast ocean..."

"That is longevity!"

"Longevity..." Zhang Fan pondered, mulling over Chu Chaoran’s words.

"With sunrise, there will be sunset. I should be going." Chu Chaoran suddenly said.

"Going? Going where?" Zhang Fan was stunned, instinctively asking.

"Rest assured, it’s not time to leave yet," Chu Chaoran smiled.

"After this grand ceremony ends, come find me again, and we can have a good chat."

Saying this, Chu Chaoran picked up that bottle of unfinished sugar-free cola and turned to leave.

"Little Zhang, remember, no one in this world can teach you how to walk the path ahead of you."

"The ways of others aren’t enough to follow..." Zhang Fan’s eyes focused slightly, pondering Chu Chaoran’s words.

"So what should I do?"

Zhang Fan suddenly lifted his head, but found himself alone, without a trace of Transcendent Zhenren’s presence, the vast tea garden, the vast heaven and earth, as if only he was left all alone.

"Learn from nature, make your own path!"

At this moment, Chu Chaoran’s voice echoed in Zhang Fan’s mind, like thunderous roars, like endless rivers and mountains, profound and mysterious melodies, enlightening and awakening.

Those eight words were engraved in Zhang Fan’s heart, like a seal.

Thud, thud, thud...

At this moment, a series of knocking sounds were heard.

Zhang Fan abruptly opened his eyes, the glaring sunlight streamed through the window, shining onto his face.

He looked around, still in the room at Jile Villa, lying quietly on the bed.

"Was it a dream?" Zhang Fan rubbed his head.

It had been a long, long time since he last dreamed.

"Learn from nature, make your own path," Zhang Fan muttered softly, his expression somewhat dazed, feeling that the dream was so illusory yet so real.

Thud, thud, thud...

The knocking sounded again, with a hint of urgency.

Zhang Fan got up to open the door, and there stood Li Miaoyin outside.

"What are you doing? I knocked for so long and you didn’t open the door." Li Miaoyin naturally came in, scanning the room suspiciously.

"I was asleep," Zhang Fan said casually.

"Asleep? Didn’t they say those who cultivate the Divine Demon Holy Embryo basically don’t need to sleep?" Li Miaoyin asked curiously.

"Sometimes you need to sleep a bit too," Zhang Fan said calmly.

Cultivating the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, the Primordial Spirit becomes incredibly strong, naturally negating the need for sleep.

But once the Primordial Spirit falls into a deep slumber and then awakens, it becomes even stronger, which is a cultivation method unique to the Divine Demon Holy Embryo.

That’s why Zhang Lingzong had left a bottle of Sleeping Pills for Zhang Fan.

That bottle of Sleeping Pills was a deadly poison for others, causing the collapse of the Primordial Spirit in an instant, but for those cultivating the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, it was a treasure among holy medicines.

Unfortunately, Zhang Fan had already finished that bottle of Sleeping Pills long ago.

"Looking for me so early, what’s the matter?" Zhang Fan changed the subject and asked.

"Can’t I find you if there’s nothing?" Li Miaoyin asked discontentedly.

"What are you saying? Of course you can," Zhang Fan chuckled.

"Inviting you for breakfast, and to go out for a walk." Li Miaoyin eased her expression slightly and chuckled.

"There’s a tea garden nearby in the mountains, we can go pick some fresh tea."

"Tea garden!?"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes focused as he looked out at the rising sun, a ray of sunlight penetrating his deep eyes like a long night.

...

Shangjing City.

Immortal Concealment Road, Daoist Alliance Headquarters.

Inside the office, a benevolent old man with graying hair, wearing thick gold-rimmed presbyopic glasses, was bent over the desk, a pile of thick documents at his side.

"President, these are the compiled reports from Zhenwu Mountain."

At this moment, Fan Lingzhou placed the latest document on the desk.

"Hmm, the matter of Taoist Brother Chu accepting disciples is significant, notify Jiangbei Province Daoist Alliance, and coordinate with relevant local departments to ensure all formalities and protocols are thorough and of sufficient standard..."

Jiang Wansui didn’t even glance at the document, but the pen in his hand didn’t pause.

"Moreover, let Heroic Hermit seize this opportunity, receiving guidance from Taoist Brother Chu will benefit them for a lifetime."

"Yes."

Fan Lingzhou nodded mechanically, his mind seemingly elsewhere.

"Anything else?" Jiang Wansui asked, not lifting his head.

"The one from the Ge Family... has shown up and had contact with the Wuwei Sect," Fan Lingzhou said in a lowered voice.

"President, if Ge Zhenren manages to accomplish this, the reputation of Chu... Zhenwu Mountain will inevitably fall, and when that happens, our Bai He..."

"Little Fan, it seems the flag in the square outside is dirty, have someone replace it later." Jiang Wansui abruptly said.

"Flag!?" Fan Lingzhou was momentarily confused by its meaning.

"The flag is the facade, it can be replaced, but it can’t be dirty," Jiang Wansui said nonchalantly.

"Taoist Brother Chu led the Daoist Sect for sixty years with outstanding achievements, he is the Daoist Sect’s facade, all reasonable and necessary attempts to tarnish him are worth discussing and deliberating."

"I understand," Fan Lingzhou nodded.

He knew that President Jiang’s words were always subtle and worth pondering.

"President, if..." Fan Lingzhou hesitated, finally gritted his teeth and said.

"If anything happened to Chu... then..."

He stopped abruptly, even Fan Lingzhou, Jiang Wansui’s right-hand man, didn’t dare continue.

At this moment, Jiang Wansui’s pen stopped, he adjusted his gold-rimmed presbyopic glasses.

"Little Fan..."

"Here."

"In this world..."

"There is never a shortage of new kings!!" Jiang Wansui’s voice softly fell.

"I understand."

Fan Lingzhou respectfully bowed, then slowly left the office.

In the quiet room, only Jiang Wansui, the pillar of the Daoist Sect, remained!!