Chapter 603: Time settles, the breath is like an ancient mountain

They sailed smoothly without any bothersome cultivators disturbing them.

Nangong Heling bid farewell to everyone at the outskirts of Dongxuan Immortal Island and headed towards the Dao Academy, having pulled some strings to be out for so long...

On Li Chen Island, sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting beams of light over the various immortal cities.

Chen Xun and Black Bull had already gone to the Immortal Palace to begin their cultivation, while Yin Tianshou was setting up a grand array in the palace's backyard, with the inscribed power of rules manifesting the world and the sound of the great dao echoing.

They listened quietly, their expressions solemn, especially Chen Xun, who had many questions to ask, such as the connection between the power of the great dao and the power of rules.

Yin Tianshou began to instill countless common knowledge into them, like whether crossing boundaries for battle was feasible. Black Bull's breathing was heavy, his pupils trembling at the thought...

If they could refine hundreds of rule powers in the early Great Ascension stage, they could rival the legendary late-stage Great Ascension venerables!

Days passed by, with Chen Xun and Black Bull busy and eager to learn.

Especially Black Bull, who was deeply engrossed in the way of talisman arrays, learning how to inscribe the power of the great dao into talisman blanks.

If he mastered talisman arrays, he could refine the decomposition process, sorting and autonomously operating them, creating a true garbage recycling line.

Chen Xun and Black Bull ignored external affairs, always shuttling between two places: Immaculate Immortal Ridge and Li Chen Immortal Palace, never having a moment of leisure.

Yin Tianshou was shocked by this sight; did this man and bull really have no guide in the immortal path before?

Especially Chen Xun's little booklet, filled with dense questions about the immortal dao.

Yin Tianshou couldn't help but sigh deeply; just this heart for seeking the dao was something he hadn't misjudged before, with no sense of impatience for quick success.

However, Chen Xun occasionally asked about the power of rules in the Great Ascension stage, making Yin Tianshou stroke his beard and laugh, telling them their journey was long and they should not be impatient, but still offering a few casual pointers.

As time trickled by, their understanding of each other deepened, and Chen Xun's mindset became more profound, though he never showed it outwardly.

They were now students, and Yin Tianshou was the teacher, though the backyard of the Immortal Palace often echoed with booming sounds, sometimes even overwhelming Yin Tianshou's formations.

Such tremors made several overseers twitch their eyelids, wondering what was happening... Was the Immortal Palace under attack?!

Yin Tianshou was also astonished, wondering what kind of spells these two juniors were cultivating, with such a vast addition of the power of the great dao, even a drop could shake the heavens!

Cui Ying often came by, her face adorned with a gentle smile, and nowadays, Tianshou's face bore many more smiles than before.

Yin Tianshou frequently scolded this man and bull, saying they had already broken through to the Unity stage and were out there as senior figures, yet they still couldn't control their spell power? Ridiculous!

Chen Xun and Black Bull would awkwardly smile, embarrassed, having never experienced such a surge in power in any major realm.

The myriad powers added by the system were not something they could control at will; they were already holding back significantly, still needing to familiarize themselves further, and meanwhile helping Old Yin manage this old tree.

But this tree wasn't the Crane Spirit Tree; Old Yin said it was called 'Memory,' a treasured tree from his homeland, carrying the memories of countless old friends, transcending the boundaries of a tree.

Cui Ying would sit nearby, smiling, finding these two juniors without any airs of arrogance, much like Tianshou in his youth.

In the small boundary, her grandfather used to scold Yin Tianshou in the same manner, their demeanor almost identical.

Her eyes carried a hint of nostalgia as she watched the leaves fall in the wind, gradually withering; life was indeed a cycle, and now the supreme prodigy was also beginning to teach the juniors.

Spring came and went, summer blazed, autumn winds blew, and winter snow fell, with 'Memory' witnessing the passage of time.

Three figures cultivated under the tree for a hundred years as if it were a day, witnessing the blooming of spring flowers, the heat of summer, the chill of autumn winds, and the falling winter snow.

Each moment was unique and precious, etched deep in their memories, becoming an everlasting scene in their minds.

Chen Xun and Black Bull nurtured the Heavenly Origin while refining the power of the great dao, traveling to and from the Immortal Palace. Time flew by like a fleeting horse, and in the blink of an eye, six hundred years had passed.

On Li Chen Island, snow fell heavily today, with the lights inside the Immortal Palace warm and bright, dispelling the winter chill.

Under a snow-white tree, Yin Tianshou stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze steady and firm.

He looked at the two figures approaching from afar, snowflakes falling on them, turning into a thin layer of frost.

The snow-covered ground was full of their footprints, and each breath they took resonated with the rhythm of the great dao as they paused in the distance.

Chen Xun, draped in a white robe, stood in the distance, gazing at the falling snow, his heart calm and clear.

Black Bull stood quietly beside him, exuding a majestic aura, with snowflakes resting on his black fur, as if transformed into a snow-capped mountain.

It looked at Chen Xun with a solemn gaze, seemingly communicating with a mutual understanding.

Yin Tianshou stroked his beard, his eyes revealing a deep and ancient wisdom: "Chen Xun, Black Bull, have you gained any insights from six hundred years of cultivation?"

Chen Xun's eyes were clear as he bowed his head, clasping his hands: "Old Yin, the dao is endless, the immortal arts are infinite, only with a heart as calm as still water can one align with the heavenly dao and comprehend the great dao."

"The path of cultivating immortality is full of twists and turns; from mortal to cultivator, from cultivator to immortal, it's a gradual process."

Yin Tianshou smiled slightly, his gaze becoming deeper: "Only through the accumulation of years can one grasp the true essence within. You have come a long way, but you must persist, for each breakthrough is merely a new beginning."

"Yes, Old Yin."

"Moo moo."

Chen Xun and Black Bull's eyes carried the weight of years, their entire beings exuding a steady aura like ancient mountains.

They bowed deeply to Old Yin, expressing their respect and gratitude.

"The world is vast, the grand world is boundless; go and see it, and return when you have the time."

Yin Tianshou looked at the vast white world, his face full of the marks of time, his wrinkles appearing even deeper, "Do not worry, with the rules of the grand world in place, nothing will happen in the Mengmu Sea Region."

"Remember, the path of cultivating immortality is not just about seeking power, but also about cultivating one's state of mind; do not lose the spirit of an immortal!"

"Chen Xun will remember!"

"Moo moo!!"

"Hehe, go on, I hope you will make a name for yourselves, so that I can hear of your deeds even in the Mengmu Sea Region."

Yin Tianshou suddenly laughed heartily, "If you need my help, I will break through the heavens with a single sword to help you overcome difficulties, so do not hesitate!"

He never mentioned the hatred between boundaries, nor did he talk much about himself, not wanting them to bear too much in their hearts, for hatred is too insignificant on the endless path of immortality.