Chapter 1127: Peak of the Cloud Sea, A Glance Back and a Smile

Because he simply did not understand the difference between these two questions.

"A friend once told me that rain is born in the sky and dies on the earth, and the process in between is life… But is rain truly born in the sky? Rain comes from nothingness, unrelated to the sky; rain falls on the earth, nourishing all spirits, also unrelated to the earth… This is the fate of rainwater!

Rain is formed from water vapor, and water vapor is born from all spirits. After rainwater appears, it naturally returns to all spirits. This is a cycle, a cycle of Karma, and also the location of fate.

In the unseen, rules of fate exist. They are formless, yet they entwine around every living being, subtly changing everything…" Wang Lin looked at the sky, casually waving his right hand. Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the sky, and water vapor immediately condensed from all directions, forming heavy-looking dark clouds. Moments later, bursts of rain fell from the sky, descending upon the earth.

"Look at the life of that rainwater, is there a single straight line in its descent? I have observed rain for a long time, like observing life, yet I have never seen a single drop of rainwater fall in a straight line without changing its trajectory. They… always adjust their landing position due to the wind, due to the clouds, due to their own weight. Can you see the rainwater's unwillingness?

Do you know why it is so?" Wang Lin withdrew his gaze and looked at Li Qianmei.

Li Qianmei gazed at the rainwater, and after a long while, she softly said, "It is Heaven's Will, fate changes."

"The life of rainwater is very short, but because of the cycle, it is also very long… And the life of us Cultivators is very long, but because of the will of fate, it is also very short.

However, even in their brief lives, rainwater struggles countless times to escape the control of fate, changing its landing position again and again, silently resisting Heaven's Will and fate!

And the length of our Cultivators' lives is incomparable to that of rainwater, but how many people can, like rainwater, fight to the death to escape the control of fate, fight to the death to resist the arrangements of Heaven's Will, fight to the death to madly resist the Mandate of Heaven!"

Wang Lin flicked his sleeve, and the sky rumbled. The rainwater reversed its course, rushing back into the dark clouds, causing the clouds to collapse, and the rainwater to dissipate into water vapor in the heavens and earth.

"You changed the fate of the rainwater; you are Heaven's Will. Moths love to die in fire; if you extinguish the fire, preventing the moth from dying in the flames, you change the moth's fate. If Heaven's Will dictates a person's death, and you save her, you are Heaven's Will! An ancient saying among mortals goes, 'Are kings, marquises, generals, and prime ministers born with their status?' This is the same principle!

There is a saying among immortals, 'When one attains the Dao, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.' This is also the same principle. This is my answer to your second question!"

Wang Lin's voice was firm and resolute. As his words fell, a sudden silence enveloped the surroundings. Lu Yuncong stared blankly at Wang Lin, his mind echoing like a bell, his eyes revealing a complex expression. He couldn't help but admire this ordinary white-robed man before him.

The other party's words struck deep into his heart. Lu Yuncong remained silent for a moment, then bowed deeply and clasped his hands towards Wang Lin. He said nothing, but his actions clearly showed his admiration.

Li Qianmei looked at the sky, her eyes filled with confusion. After a long time, she sighed softly, and her gaze towards Wang Lin was very different. She bit her lower lip and softly said, "Brother Lü's Dao, this little sister is convinced." As she spoke, she made a grabbing motion in the Void Realm with her right hand, taking out a Medicinal Pill and a Jade Slip from her Storage Rift, and gently offered them.

"This is a semi-finished Medicinal Pill containing the soul of a tenth-tier Vicious Beast. The specific medicinal herbs and Alchemy method are described in the Jade Slip." She hesitated, looking at Wang Lin, and whispered, "This little sister has one last question to ask."

Wang Lin was the first person she had ever encountered who prompted her to ask a third question. With a hint of complexity, she carefully looked at Wang Lin several times, as if to deeply engrave his appearance in her heart.

No one knew the importance and significance of these three questions to her.

"I hope Brother Lü can enlighten this little sister on this third question…" Li Qianmei's pretty face, for some unknown reason, had a touch of redness.

"The third question is still, 'What is Heaven?'" Li Qianmei looked at Wang Lin and softly asked.

Wang Lin fell silent, closing his eyes. Time slowly passed. After half an incense stick's time, Wang Lin opened his eyes, looked at Li Qianmei, and spoke calmly.

"What you're asking is not Heaven, but the Dao."

Li Qianmei was silent for a moment, then gently nodded.

"I have also been pondering this question. I once found an answer, but now that I think about it, that answer doesn't seem to be complete…"

"What was the answer Brother Lü received before? Could you please tell this little sister?" Li Qianmei's serene gaze, without any Impurities, looked at Wang Lin.

Lu Yuncong stood to the side, sighing inwardly. He felt as if he had become superfluous at this moment. Shaking his head, he simply sat on the ground, flipped his right hand, took out a flask of wine, and took a big gulp, looking up at the sky.

"I am the fish, the Dao is the net, the river is Heaven, and the fisherman casting the net is the creator who controls fate!" Wang Lin mused for a moment, then slowly said.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuncong's right hand holding the wine flask paused. His eyes showed contemplation, and after a long while, he seemed to understand. He looked at Wang Lin, then made another grabbing motion in the Void Realm with his right hand, taking out another flask of wine and tossing it to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin caught it with one hand and took a big gulp.

Lu Yuncong sighed deeply, looking at Wang Lin with a complex expression. Although this man's appearance was ordinary, he possessed an Aura that made him admire.

"My son indeed deserved to die. To die by this person's hand can be considered his good fortune…" Lu Yuncong was no ordinary person either. After a gulp of wine, he let go of his inner knot.

Li Qianmei frowned her delicate brows, gently rubbing her forehead with her jade hand, and whispered, "Master also once said similar words. He once said that humans are ants, the Dao is a mountain, and intent is Heaven. If Heaven is angry, the Dao follows Heaven. If ants are angry, they also have the power to move mountains!"

As she spoke, she looked down at the ground, took out a white cloth, spread it out, and sat cross-legged upon it.

"The Dao is not a net, nor is it a mountain, but a kind of thought! This thought varies from person to person. Some see it as a net, some see it as a mountain…" Hearing Li Qianmei's words, Wang Lin's eyes showed contemplation, gradually revealing a bright light.

"The Dao is like thought? The reason humans are called humans is because they have ideas, they can detach from their Physical Body, merge with heaven and earth, and ponder all unknowns…" Lu Yuncong's eyes also showed understanding, as if he was talking to himself.

"Brother Lü's explanation is quite unique." Li Qianmei thought for a moment, then chuckled softly.

The three of them seemed to have forgotten the passage of time, sitting on the ground in this courtyard, discussing. The originally murderous Aura was also dispersed by this discussion of the Dao. Day turned to night, a bright moon hung in the sky, illuminating the courtyard, casting moon shadows behind the three.

The three's discussion of the Dao made them forget time, but it caused distress to the old man on the Fierce Tiger Spirit Beast outside Moruo Continent. He wasn't anxious at first, but after waiting for most of the day, he gradually frowned.

He didn't understand why, with the Sect Master's cultivation and Li Qianmei, they had been in Moruo Continent for so long without returning.

After waiting for several more hours, the old man's anxiety grew even stronger. He had a faint premonition of something bad. Gritting his teeth, he no longer hesitated, controlling the Fierce Tiger Spirit Beast, and leading the more than thirty Core Disciples of the Zidao Sect on its back straight towards Moruo Continent!

But as soon as they approached, before they could break through the defenses and rush in, a majestic voice suddenly echoed.

"Retreat! Without my command, no one is to enter Moruo Continent by half a step!" This voice was precisely Lu Yuncong's. The old man paused, then hurriedly clasped his hands respectfully and acknowledged the command, controlling the Fierce Tiger Spirit Beast to quickly retreat, though he still felt puzzled.

Inside the Medicinal Courtyard, the morning light enveloped everything. Wang Lin glanced at Lu Yuncong. Lu Yuncong was silent, sitting to the side, drinking wine, without speaking. He had already seen that he was no match for this white-robed man before him; even if all the people from the Zidao Sect came, it would be of no use.

"For this third question, I can only say for now that the Dao is like thought." Wang Lin looked at Li Qianmei and said calmly.

Li Qianmei's face bloomed into a beautiful smile. She looked at Wang Lin and softly said, "Thank you, Brother Lü, for enlightening this little sister. For the third question, I hope Brother Lü will inform me if you attain the Dao in the future. This little sister will no longer ask others questions after this."

Wang Lin was startled, glanced at Li Qianmei, pondered for a moment, then nodded.

Lu Yuncong sighed inwardly, stood up, clasped his hands towards Wang Lin, and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Lü, after a night of discussing the Dao, let our past grievances be forgotten! But that Yin Immortal Banner, you must return it to me!"

Wang Lin's gaze was calm, and he shook his head.

"You…" Lu Yuncong took a deep breath, then forced a bitter smile.

"Fellow Daoist Lü, that Yin Immortal Banner is not an item of my Zidao Sect, but was bestowed by the Main Sect for safekeeping, and needs to be returned after a hundred years. If you don't return it, Lu will not force you, but if the Main Sect demands it a hundred years from now, don't blame Lu for telling the truth." Lu Yuncong sighed inwardly and spoke.

"That Yin Immortal, is it an item of the Main Sect?" Wang Lin's expression was normal, but his heart stirred.

"Precisely! Never mind, since you insist on not returning it, I shall take my leave!" Lu Yuncong clasped his hands, glanced at Li Qianmei, and noticing that she had no intention of leaving with him, he felt a bitter taste in his heart. He clasped his hands towards Li Qianmei and turned to leave.

After Lu Yuncong left, Li Qianmei looked at Wang Lin, smiled gently, took the green flute in her hand, placed it to her lips, and began to play. Melodies slowly rose, warm and elegant, clear and ethereal, permeating and lingering in one's heart, making one involuntarily immerse themselves within.

The flute music contained a tranquil charm, like the ordinary lives in a village, and like the flowing water in a mountain stream, crystal clear and sweet, washing away the Impurities in the sea of one's heart. It was even more like a seven-colored rainbow bridge, tightly connecting the hearts of people, making all barriers between them vanish into thin air.

Feeling the tranquility and elegance in the flute music, Wang Lin closed his eyes, as if he saw the woman playing the zither on Vermilion Bird Star, as if he saw the blind girl playing the zither in the Demon Spirit Land… The flute music in his ears and the zither music in his heart intertwined, becoming somewhat indistinguishable.

Lu Yuncong, who was leaving in the distance, walked accompanied by the flute music. The bitterness in his heart grew stronger. Looking back at Guiyuan Sect, he sighed deeply and left without looking back again.

It was unknown how much time had passed, the flute music gradually faded. Li Qianmei stood up, glanced at Wang Lin, and turned to walk towards the Medicinal Courtyard's door. Just as she was about to step out, her footsteps paused, and she looked back with a smile.

Precisely with this captivating smile, Wang Lin opened his eyes.

"Brother Lü, there's a triennial market and auction on Penglai Continent recently. Are you interested in going?"

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