I have attained the Dao.

These simple four words, like a thunderclap, shook the Qing-shirted scholar's mind, causing his hand to tremble.

The white chess piece he held between his fingers fell, landing on the chessboard with a crisp sound.

"Attained the Dao?"

"You..."

The Qing-shirted scholar looked at the black-haired Daoist before him.

He saw that his aura was still profound, like an abyss, like a prison. The sun rose in the east, and the cold of the night dissipated completely. The white snow spread from the collapsed mountain, and the vast sea of clouds slowly rose. The black-haired Daoist sat beneath the mountain pine, calmly placing his piece, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather.

Down the mountain, the bluestone slabs echoed softly.

Wei Yuan, whose sliver of true spirit had escorted Zhu Yuanzhang down the mountain, walked up.

Qing shirt, jade hairpin, refined temperament.

He looked like nothing more than a teacher from the Jiangnan water towns.

The white-haired Daoist lowered his eyes and replied, "Fate is neither manipulation nor guidance."

Staggering forward, he collapsed to the ground, first chuckling, then wailing, his voice filled with sorrow.

The country to the right of the snail's horn is called the Touch Clan; the country to the left of the snail's horn is called the Man Clan.

It was Zhu Yuanzhang's choice just now that allowed Wei Yuan to thoroughly understand his decade-long discourse with fate.

The Dao was wrong!

"It's not that your Dao is wrong."

The connection with the entire world was deepest and heaviest; to transcend, one had to let go of all living beings in the Pure World.

The best opportunity was when the Pure and Turbid were annihilated, and all things existed, but he went to open up the Pure World, but instead used this to take a step.

Liu Zhi's warrior slightly raised his eyes, and lightning seemed to flash in his eyes, his tone wonderful, "I have never deceived him, nor have I concealed anything from him. With cause and effect upon me, I will naturally tell him everything he wants to know."

He only felt that the Daoist before him was truly the center of all things.

"He who manipulates one person with cause and effect, a hundred people, ten thousand people, no matter how many, only falls into the lower grades."

He was referring to what Zhu Yuanzhang had told him earlier, that the power of fate lies in manipulation.

"Only that."

The white-haired Daoist lowered his eyes, his gaze calm, without ridicule for his opponent or enemy, merely stating a conclusion indifferently, "His Dao, his capacity, his pattern, are all too small."

He raised his eyes, gently lowered his hands, and said in a calm tone, "What he said before is wrong."

"The change in one person's fate will lead to changes in the fate of more people, but it also means that the changes will be constrained by more other fates. Even if it is manipulated and twisted away from its original trajectory for a time, it will return to the right path in that turbulent era."

[Fate]'s expression changed abruptly.

Too small?!

Zhu Yuanzhang no longer had any waves, suppressing all emotional changes deep within his heart, and said lightly, "He only discussed the great Dao with me for more than ten years, and dares to question my Dao?!"

Such a brute is indeed not worthy of discussing profound Dao.

"Please... no, I beg him, can, can he answer one or two."

Zhu Yuanzhang was slightly startled, raised his head, and saw the white-haired Daoist stand up, looking at the mountain for a long time.

"Then he tells me, how will he do it, what is his great Dao?"

He staggered back, after a long time, he cupped his hands and bowed, his expression complicated and even a little desolate:

Return to the original, the true!

Instead of allowing all things to change around him, in the intangible, with the rise and fall of a thought, the trajectory of fate formed by the myriad things in Qing shirts had already begun to change silently. In that instant, [Fate] vaguely felt that the future direction of the entire world was unfolding before him.

Non-existence and non-absence, embodying and harmonizing with nature, is originally the most supreme Dao fruit.

The white-haired Daoist was silent for a long time, then suddenly got up, and the sea of clouds surged, as if a voice was transmitted down the mountain, asking the Daoist Zhang Sanfeng to come up the mountain, as there were things to instruct and arrange.

"I cannot see the endings and possibilities of all parallel worlds, but it seems that I can choose to let this world go to another timeline."

And this was only a direction, with even more profound and subtle aspects within and without, which could no longer be conveyed through words. The white-haired Daoist lowered his eyes, inwardly contemplating himself, sighing in his heart, yet not knowing where the opportunity for his own transcendence lay.

"...Why?"

Huantian was originally the universe itself, yet he observed the universe.

The path he had pursued for so long, why could the person before him realize it in such a short period? In the past, he had even woven fate, sweeping the two great domains of Pure and Turbid, and hundreds of thousands of worlds, into an unprecedented conflict, even Huantian, the Heavenly Emperor, and Da Zun were drawn into it.

Leave this place.

The path to transcendence for all strong individuals lies in contradiction and self-paradox.

His Dao is wrong.

Liu Zhi's warrior instantly understood what leaving meant.

Manipulating the fate of one person can remotely control the small fortunes of the world.

The fate of all beings, the cause and effect of all things.

Non-existence and non-absence, yet one must break through the gate of existence, carve open an aperture, and finally achieve transcendence.

"It's time to leave."

But he never expected that the Daoist would just smile slightly, then let go of his hand, allowing the fallen leaf to be blown away by the wind, and then say in a calm voice:

A battle of the Great Dao.

And a sense of worldly affairs.

Even if it is manipulated for a time, it will return to its original trajectory under many other interferences.

Even though the other party is also a top expert.

Zhu Yuanzhang murmured those few words to himself, and suddenly felt an unparalleled sense of desolation.

The white-haired Daoist had no mockery in his eyes, just lowered his eyes.

Then he said softly:

"The cycle of my thoughts is the reincarnation of all things in Qing shirts."

His palm lines are the trajectory of mountains and rivers, his palms are the earth and all laws.

So vast and magnificent, yet he had not glimpsed a single opportunity for transcendence.

He shook his head and said, "No, it's not fate. I haven't reached the level of seeing countless parallel worlds in the ten directions at a glance, so he doesn't need to show that expression. He and I are still seekers on this path."

The Heavenly Emperor suppresses the galaxy beneath the Pure and Turbid.

Zhu Yuanzhang's face changed several times.

As long as the white-haired Daoist before him was willing, everything could go in completely different directions.

The white-haired Daoist raised his eyebrows: "He wants to know?"

"Individuals are just a part of the composition of [Fate]. What he saw was only standing aside, manipulating the minority to influence the majority, and then weaving fate."

"It's not about manipulating the fate of one person, but with the rise of a thought, the fate of all living beings revolves around him, moving together; it's not about moving the majority with the minority, standing on one point and leading all living beings, but all things surround him. When he opens his eyes, all things are born, and when his mind falls, all things die."

The white-haired Daoist slowly spoke out his understanding, the sunlight fell on his body, the white snow surrounded the entire collapsed mountain, although it was winter, there were still fallen leaves flying down one by one, the Daoist stretched out his hand, as if all things were in his palm.

"The torrent of the great trend is not something that can be changed by changing one person."

He had already glimpsed a wisp of transcendence.

It should have been the state of being the universe's great Dao, the only state of chaos.

!!!

Or perhaps it was in the misty and drizzling alleys, the oil-paper umbrella unfolded, a drop of water dripping onto the bluestone slabs, the clear sound at the corner, the doctor carrying medicinal herbs, his body carrying a slight bitter medicinal fragrance, not his face, but his aura and charm were pleasing.

If it is said that cultivating from insignificance like an ant to the level of Dao fruit is to reach the limit and purity of [Self].

Then transcendence is to transcend the contradiction and paradox of [Self].

The white-haired Daoist's eyes were deep, and he smiled slightly and said:

"I just suddenly discovered that I have the ability to make the fate of this world turn."

"It's been too long, too long since I came here, to solve some miscellaneous things."

Even he felt an indescribable and inexplicable anger.

The allegory of the Zhuangzi snail horn dispute.

Too small…

ps: Today is the seventh update… Although he holds cause and effect in his hand, he does not use it to manipulate everything at all.

"Naturally not."

This is the state of the realm when he walks on this path to transcendence!

"With cause and effect as the thread, what should be manipulated in the hand is fate itself."

When breathing, there are gales and rain, the divine light in the eyes is the sun and fate, and all things in Qing shirts surround the body, making Liu Zhi's warrior stunned, as if he had encountered a huge and incomparable impact, a huge and incomparable mental trauma.

The white-haired Daoist's seven fingers came together, his wrist turned, and he pressed lightly on the table. The changes of all things came first, vast and magnificent, but in the end, when he opened his hand, it was just a fallen leaf, with a winter snail on the leaf. Only then did he see that the manifestation of the fate of all living beings was only the [Country] under the snail's horn.

But even so, it was enough, he already knew how to deal with the Turbid World.

Fu Yi was most concerned about Nuwa, and his transcendence required devouring Nuwa.

The white-haired Daoist's eyes were deep, and he spoke slowly.

Zhu Yuanzhang exclaimed: "He...when did he, is that fate?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's fate has been changed by [Fate].

In an instant, he merged with the black-haired Daoist sitting there.

And he is independent above, overlooking the ages.

But he once looked down on the great Dao of the world, but he was evaluated by the other party in this way.

Leave this world, leave this timeline.

The few words were understatement, but they were like thunder, far more profound and weighty than the swords and blades before, like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhu Yuanzhang's heart again and again, causing the lake of his heart to explode with layers of waves and ripples.

"The whole is fate."

But he opened up an aperture, an aperture that is a channel for observing the universe.

But in the dark, because he saw the misery of the people in the mountains, he still re-walked this path, the name of Emperor Hongwu will eventually return to this world, and the trajectory and fate of all living beings in the future will still return to the original.

Liu Zhi's warrior gritted his teeth and was about to kneel down.

As for whether the other party deliberately deceived him with the wrong things, he did not know, nor did he care.

Huantian originally had no face, the Central Emperor, the center is neither north nor south, so chaos is considered neither existence nor absence.

The white-haired Daoist just used this to show fate.

Every person's opportunity, every strong person who touches the limit, the direction of transcendence is different, even if they are walking on the same path, the direction of transcendence is completely different--

He wanted to say the problem of fate, but he could not see his own path.

The white-haired Daoist lowered his eyes and pondered: "Since this is the case..."

Suppress the past, present, and future.

"But with a thought, the rise and fall of all living beings, from non-existence to existence, from existence to non-existence, giving and taking are all in control."