Chapter 514: Mana Limit, Goal to Attain the Dao

Chapter 514: Mana Limit, Goal to Attain the Dao

Long-Armed Ape?

Huang Jihao frowned. He had heard of this name before, but didn't have a deep impression of it.

Could a Long-Armed Ape be hidden within the Hidden Sect?

Li Xuan'ao said, "Upon coming to the Hidden Sect, you must not cause trouble and should Cultivate diligently in your daily life. You should be able to feel that the Immortal Qi here is denser than anywhere else in the Immortal Realm. This is definitely the best place to Cultivate."

Huang Jihao carefully felt it, and his expression changed drastically.

Such dense Immortal Qi and Innate Qi!

This is even more tyrannical than the Celestial Clan's Holy Land and Saint's Daoist field!

If one were to Cultivate here…

Huang Jihao's heartbeat quickened, and he felt fortunate in his heart that he had come here.

He asked curiously, "Master, who is the Master of the Hidden Gate…?"

Li Xuan'ao glared at him and said in a deep voice, "Do not ask about things you shouldn't ask about!"

Han Jue always wore the yin-yang protecting sun and moon, and the vast majority of Named Disciples had never seen his true appearance. Li Xuan'ao guessed that Han Jue wanted to hide his identity, so naturally he couldn't tell Huang Jihao.

After being warned, Huang Jihao became even more curious.

Who on earth replaced Han Jue?

Huang Jihao's joining didn't cause any waves within the Hidden Sect. Let alone the new Disciples, even the old Disciples had forgotten about him.

Who could clearly remember minor grudges from over thirty thousand years ago?

The reason Han Jue remembered Huang Jihao was also because Huang Jihao was particularly active in the mail.

Time flowed by.

After Han Jue wholeheartedly Attained the Dao, time passed very quickly.

In the blink of an eye.

Another eight hundred years passed.

Han Jue walked out of the Daoist temple and strolled around the Hundred Peaks Immortal River.

His understanding of the Extreme Origin Great Dao was already very deep, and his cultivation could no longer increase, yet he was always lacking that one step away from Attaining the Dao.

Exactly which step was it?

Han Jue couldn't figure it out.

He felt it necessary to stop Cultivating and properly empty his mind.

The divine light of the yin-yang protecting sun and moon shone upon Han Jue. The Disciples he encountered along the way knelt down to salute him, but Han Jue didn't converse with them and walked forward on his own.

Watching his back, the Named Disciples all wore expressions of reverence and yearning.

Because of Han Jue, they had such a place where they could Cultivate with peace of mind, and even Saints could not threaten them.

After walking a circle around the Hundred Peaks Immortal River, Han Jue seemed to have an epiphany.

This feeling was indescribable.

What is a Saint?

Just having high magical power?

Not necessarily.

Besides his cultivation reaching the limit, a state of mind was also needed.

Han Jue had experienced far too little in this life, so little that it was even less than an ordinary Mortal.

"Perhaps I should go out and take a stroll."

Han Jue thought silently, his gaze gradually becoming firm.

"If I step out of the Daoist field now and travel in the Immortal Realm, will there be any danger?"

Han Jue cautiously asked.

[Requires deducting three billion years of lifespan, whether to continue]

Continue!

[None]

Han Jue breathed a sigh of relief. He then returned to the Daoist temple and began to create a Heavenly Puppet.

He had to leave a Clone inside the Daoist temple so that he could go out with peace of mind.

A few days later, Han Jue quietly left without alarming anyone.

He suppressed his cultivation to nothingness, concealed his supreme treasures with his mana, and manifested as a plainly dressed man in white, his face still his Unparalleled true countenance.

For over thirty thousand years, this was Han Jue's first time traveling the Immortal Realm. Even though he knew there was no danger, he was still somewhat nervous.

However, as time passed, he quickly calmed down.

He did not fly, but instead strolled between heaven and earth, walking across treacherous mountains and steep ridges with his own feet. He had seen the boundless, magnificent cyan lake, heard the wind howling like a Dragon's roar, and bathed in the rain formed by Immortal Qi.

As his experiences grew, his understanding of the Extreme Origin Great Dao became deeper and deeper.

The Extreme Origin Great Dao encompasses all phenomena; all existence can be the Dao.

About eighty years passed.

Night fell.

Han Jue stopped by the lake and began to sit cross-legged in meditation to Cultivate, reviewing his feelings over the years.

He had not entangled Karma with other living beings and had always walked alone.

The moonlight was like water, the lake surface shimmered, and the surrounding woods swayed slightly in the wind. The sound of the wind was like playing music, and Han Jue's black hair blew in the wind.

Rustle, rustle—

A sound came from the bushes behind him, and a Crimson Fox crawled out, looking as big as a cat kept by the Human Race.

It blinked its large eyes and looked at Han Jue.

Hesitating for a moment, it cautiously came to Han Jue's side, unexpectedly kneeling like a human with its forehead pressed against the grass.

Han Jue closed his eyes, seemingly unaware of its arrival.

It let out a cry, but Han Jue still ignored it.

The Crimson Fox was somewhat anxious, but it still chose to keep kneeling.

The moon set and the sun rose, alternating between day and night.

Ten days later.

Han Jue opened his eyes, glanced at the Crimson Fox beside him, and said, "Why are you bowing to me?"

The Crimson Fox said, "I want to Cultivate with you."

"I am merely a Mortal with no Dao Cultivation."

"I was born with different pupils and can peer into Souls. Your Soul makes it impossible for me to peer into."

Han Jue shook his head and slowly stood up.

He was not interested in the Crimson Fox. It didn't even reach the standard of a Bearer of Connate Providence of the System, and its Aptitude was ordinary.

Han Jue left, and the Crimson Fox followed.

Man and fox continued to wander the ends of the earth.

Han Jue did not drive the Crimson Fox away, wanting to see how determined this little fellow was.

In the following years, they experienced various natural disasters, passed by all sorts of magnificent wonders, and occasionally encountered transforming living beings fighting to the death.

Han Jue did not proactively provoke other living beings, so he didn't encounter things like robberies.

Nor did he look like someone with supreme treasures.

Two hundred years later.

Han Jue came before a Human Race city. Looking from afar, sandstorms filled the sky, almost submerging this giant city.

He turned his head to glance at the Crimson Fox behind him and said, "Let's end it here."

As his voice fell, he continued forward, disappearing into the sandstorm.

The Crimson Fox fell silent. It did not follow, because going would mean certain death, but it didn't leave either. Instead, it prostrated itself on the sand dune, blankly gazing at the giant city in the distance.

Han Jue came to the city gate, which was guarded by soldiers. Entering the city required paying Spirit Stones. With a casual wave of his hand, he conjured up Spirit Stones and smoothly entered the city.

After entering the city, Han Jue's appearance attracted the attention of quite a few people.

Han Jue did not deliberately hide his appearance, as there was no need, and he wasn't afraid of trouble.

With a single puff of his breath, the entire city would turn into flying ash.

The city inside was not as desolate as it looked from the outside; it even appeared full of spring and vitality. Trees could be seen from time to time on both sides of the street, quite reminiscent of the fine scenery of Jiangnan in Huaxia.

Han Jue came to an inn and casually found a corner on the second floor to sit down.

After ordering wine and dishes from Xiao Er, he turned his head to look at the street outside the window. Watching the hustle and bustle of people, he felt a myriad of emotions.

Once upon a time, he too was one of these vast common people.

"You seem very perplexed."

A chuckle came over, and an Old Daoist Priest walked over.

Han Jue glanced at him.

Hm?

Grand Unity Golden Immortal!

The Old Daoist Priest sat in front of Han Jue with a full smile on his face and said, "Meeting by chance, if you have any perplexities, you can share them with me. Sometimes outsiders can answer things more easily for you."