Chapter 819: The Human Dao
Primordial Spirits melted away.
Nascent Souls vanished.
Golden Cores shattered.
...
Within the time it takes for a cup of tea to brew, all the mid to high-level cultivators in the venue experienced a nightmarish regression in their cultivation.
However, the Qi Refinement cultivators ushered in their happiest moment.
With no bottlenecks, their cultivation soared like a rising tide.
The equilibrium point was the First Layer of Foundation Establishment.
Cultivators above the First Layer of Foundation Establishment saw their cultivation levels continuously plummeting towards the First Layer of Foundation Establishment.
Half an hour later, everyone in the venue discovered that their cultivation had converged to the First Layer of Foundation Establishment.
"I feel like I could punch a second-tier savage bull to death right now!"
"Better than ever before."
The many Qi Refinement cultivators who had instantaneously reached Foundation Establishment were now plunged into ecstasy.
"My power... has it truly dwindled to just that of a second-tier savage bull?"
"It's over, everything's over..."
Meanwhile, many of the former Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Soul Transformation Grand Cultivators lost control of their Dao Hearts due to this sudden turn of events, utterly bewildered.
After centuries of arduous cultivation, only one-tenth of their power remained. Who could possibly endure such a blow?
"This is the Heavenly Dao."
A voice, like the resonant peal of a great bell, reverberated throughout the entire venue.
"Thank you, Ancestor, for this gift of rebirth!"
"Thank you, Ancestor!"
...
Tens of thousands of Qi Refinement cultivators, elevated to Foundation Establishment, expressed their boundless reverence for the Daoist floating overhead, their voices ringing out with the utmost clarity.
As for the remaining few, though their cultivation was all but crippled, and they gnashed their teeth, wishing they could devour his flesh alive, the sounds they could make were as good as nonexistent before the overwhelming tide of fervent shouts.
"Next, is the Human Dao."
"The Human Dao? Are we going to be elevated another layer?"
"If so, that would be too amazing."
"Why do I feel like something's not right..."
"What other humiliation does that old scoundrel intend to inflict upon us?"
"If I, Wei Wuya, ever fully recover my cultivation, I will surely..."
...
As the words 'Human Dao' were uttered, the torrent of spiritual power that had just swept through the entire venue immediately began to flow slowly in reverse.
"Don't run off!"
"My spiritual power, I haven't even had a chance to warm it up yet!"
"It seems my power is starting to return..."
The lost cultivation began to recover, while the gained cultivation was once again lost.
Lost and regained, regained and lost again; like time flowing backward, everyone's cultivation was toyed with in the palm of the heavenly being's hand.
In just fifteen minutes, it was as if they had lived through a dream, their cultivation returning to the level it was before the assembly.
Only, this dream felt a little too real.
So real, it was hard to accept.
...
Unfortunately, returning to the starting point was merely the beginning.
This time, be they Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, or Nascent Soul cultivators, they could all see their spiritual power uncontrollably surging towards the few Soul Transformation existences at the apex.
Wei Wuya, whose rage had yet to fully dissipate, was soon immersed in the ecstasy of his cultivation soaring step by step, rushing straight towards the Great Perfection of Soul Transformation.
He had been trapped at the bottleneck of the early Soul Transformation stage for hundreds of years; now, finally free, he couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.
To him at this moment, the barrier to ascension was nothing more than a fragile film that would shatter with a gentle touch; the only thing still restricting his departure was the coordinates of the upper realm.
Four Soul Transformation existences drained the spiritual power of a hundred thousand cultivators on the ground, exchanging it for their own achievement of peak Soul Transformation.
The five figures towering high in the clouds formed a stark contrast with the hundred thousand weak and powerless individuals prostrate on the ground.
...
But happy times always pass especially quickly. The spiritual power that had never truly belonged to them once again turned to naught after dozens of breaths, returning to its true owners through some profound and mysterious method.
From the clouds, they fell to hell; then, from hell, they clawed their way back to the mortal realm.
"The Dao performance ends here."
Bai Mo said nothing more, simply departing into the sky, leaving the bewildered crowd to their own devices in the wind.
"The way of the Heavenly Dao is to take from the abundant to supplement the deficient."
"The way of the Human Dao is to take from the deficient to present to the abundant."
Wei Wuya gazed at the figure disappearing into the horizon, feeling a sudden surge of understanding.
He slowly descended to the ground, performed a Mountain Uprooting Art with both hands, and forcibly pulled out two monument-mountains from the earth. With a flourish of dragon-like and phoenix-like strokes, he inscribed a couplet on each.
"With this experience, I will surely advance to the mid-Soul Transformation stage after a hundred years of secluded cultivation." Wei Wuya, filled with satisfaction, left the inscription, then led the Sunfire Palace team out of the venue.
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After this incident, Bai Mo, along with the Yin-Yang Sect and the Yin-Yang Five Elements Art he founded, became widely renowned. The news that the mysterious Daoist Bai was a high-level cultivator from the upper realm, above the Soul Transformation stage, also spread throughout the four great continents.
Countless people wished to know just what kind of existence it was that surpassed the limits of the Soul Transformation stage in this realm.
A continuous stream of people traveled to Yongquan Peak. Unable to bear the disturbance, the Yin-Yang Sect was finally forced to relocate their entire sect.
As a Golden Core sect that didn't even possess a Nascent Soul cultivator, constantly seeing dozens of Nascent Soul bigshots wandering outside their gates was truly unbearable in terms of mental pressure.
Especially Sect Master Mu Zi Qing, who knew the inside story. She understood best that Bai Mo had given no further word after that incident, and the Yin-Yang Sect was now just an ordinary Golden Core sect.
They still had quite a few foundational Spirit Treasures remaining, but alas, she herself, possessing all this, had too low a cultivation. Once exposed, it would undoubtedly be akin to a child holding gold.
However, the promotion mission could not stop. She clearly knew that this wealth had been entrusted to her by Bai Mo for the subsequent promotion of the Yin-Yang Five Elements Art. It was fine to skim a little off the top, but the work absolutely had to continue.
"Why does Senior wish so much to promote the Yin-Yang Five Elements Art?" Mu Zi Qing, holding a copy of the Yin-Yang Five Elements Art printed on cheap straw paper, pondered with extreme confusion.
She truly couldn't understand what significance this 'trash' cultivation method held.
It was useless in a fight. At the same cultivation level, even Mu Zi Qing, who cultivated the Yin-Yang Two Qi Art and wasn't skilled in direct combat, could, by her own estimation, handle the encirclement of four or five Yin-Yang Five Elements Art cultivators.
If it were a fierce expert specializing in Sword Arts, one person chasing down twenty or thirty of them would be no problem at all.
Its cultivation speed wasn't particularly fast either; it was generally on the lower-middle end among all cultivation methods.
Her lack of understanding, however, did not affect her ability to direct its promotion.
...
In the blink of an eye, another twenty years passed.
In the eyes of high-level cultivators, twenty years was merely the duration of a single secluded cultivation session. Yet, to mortals, who generally lived short lives, twenty years was half a lifetime.
Ten years ago, under pressure, the Yin-Yang Sect had already been personally disbanded by Sect Master Mu Zi Qing.
The many beautiful female instructors from the Yin-Yang Sect also went their separate ways.
Some, having grown accustomed to the identity of a teacher, continued to act as true educators, traveling to various places to instruct new practitioners in the Yin-Yang Five Elements Art.
Others, after the Yin-Yang Sect's dissolution, sought alternative paths and entered other sects.
Still others found an honest cultivator, established a cultivation family, and lived out their quiet lives behind closed doors.
As for why Mu Zi Qing chose to proactively disband the Yin-Yang Sect, the reason was quite simple.
Because there were simply too many people cultivating the Yin-Yang Five Elements Art.
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