chsdbacks Chapter 677 Hedao
Chapter 677 Hedao
Chapter 677 Hedao
The sky over the Sulfur Plane of Purgatory is always dark red.
As Jemin stepped out of the teleportation array, the smell of sulfur hit him.
He paused, took a deep breath, and his expression suddenly relaxed.
came back.
Now that all the necessary preparations have been made, it's time to prepare for the seclusion and breakthrough.
However, despite saying that, for the next three days, Jeming did not go into seclusion, but instead cleared up the accumulated matters from the past few years one by one.
Operational data of the Black Giant Hatchery, blind spots in the Nest Information Network, training reports of the Daoist Legion over the past few months, and growth reports of believers in various regions of the Incense and Divine Path —
Instead of returning to his office, he sat on a stone platform next to the main altar of the incense-burning deity, flipping through the reports one by one, reviewing them with his mental power, and then setting them aside.
A black giant priest, who was acting as an assistant, stood by for a while, watching Jemin's work with slight concern. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "My lord, aren't you going to take a break?"
"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just resting."
"----yes."
Upon hearing this, the Black Giant Priest's assistant did not try to persuade him further.
On the evening of the third day, after reviewing the last document, Jieming put down the MagicNet terminal.
He sat by the stone platform for a long time, doing nothing but watching the six secondary towers that were gradually being built in the distance.
These secondary towers were built by the Black Giants at Jemin's request to aid his breakthrough, and each tower was atop a flame of a different color.
Crimson, golden, turquoise, ice blue, silver, and jet black flames flickered in the dark red light, reflecting off the smooth, mirror-like altar stone, trembling into six thin ribbons of light.
Jemin didn't lie to the Black Giant Priest; he had indeed been resting these past few days.
After three days of rest, his vital energy and spirit have stabilized, and his physical form has recovered from the previous turmoil.
He came to a stop like a wild horse after running the whole course, his mane no longer shaking, and his breathing slowly calming down.
That's it.
Jemin stood up and said to the black giant priest beside him, "I'm going into seclusion. During my seclusion, you don't need to report anything."
"Yes." The black giant priest bowed respectfully. "Is there anything I need to prepare for you?"
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"Need not.
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He revealed his true form in the dark golden light and walked into the newly built house on the altar.
Standing in the center of the altar, Jemin began to set up.
Anchoring of consciousness, imprinting of the soul, backup of memories, splitting of consciousness, oath to the inner demon, resonance of the natal magic weapon —
He read the records about Dao Integration in the Great Dao Library more than ten times. He checked and implemented each of the protective methods that had been repeatedly verified by cultivators throughout the ages.
Each method is like a stake, driven into the boundary of his consciousness to help him stabilize his will.
He stopped halfway through setting up the altar and looked at the altar beneath his feet.
A hexagonal black boulder, six secondary towers, six kinds of flames, an energy transmission network extending from underground, and an invisible channel connecting the incense and vows of tens of millions of believers.
When Jeming was preparing to build the incense and shrine, he hesitated for a long time. In the end, he made up his mind only after confirming that the incense and shrine could provide a lot of help on his future path.
But standing here now, he suddenly feels that the resources he spent back then were well spent.
Those dozen or so methods are indeed useful for breaking through to the Dao Integration Realm, but to say how effective they are in dealing with the situation—we can only say they are "useful".
No one can accurately predict the depth of the difficulties encountered when one attains enlightenment.
The clone left him with a saying from his experience of aligning with the Tao: "You think you are ready, but the Tao will not follow your preparation."
No matter how strict the defenses are, there will always be loopholes when faced with an all-encompassing world of rules.
If we really have to divide it into proportions, of Jieming's 95% success rate, these messy methods probably account for about 15%, while the Dharma Image itself accounts for 20%.
Of the remaining 60%, half came from Jemin's research on the supernatural and his experience with clones, while the other half came from incense and deities.
With the help of incense and deities in other aspects, it's no exaggeration to say that this incense and deity system is equivalent to a third cheat code that Jemin created for himself!
As for the second cheat code—it's the body-strengthening method.
Strictly speaking, the incense and deity path cannot be considered a defensive line when breaking through to the Dao Integration stage, but rather an "anchor".
The power of the vows of tens of millions of believers flows into his destiny system through the altar, and that golden core of light will continue to shine when his consciousness is most vulnerable.
Even if he forgets who he is and how to come back, the faith of those believers will pull him back.
While reflecting on his experience, Jieming continued to implement the remaining methods one by one.
Once everything was arranged, he sat cross-legged in the center of the altar and closed his eyes.
Then, he released all self-restraint.
He knew the records about the Dao in the Great Dao Library by heart.
Strictly speaking, achieving harmony with the Dao is not a breakthrough or advancement, but rather an irreversible transformation of the essence of life.
Therefore, there will not be any major anomalies during the process of breaking through to the Dao Integration Realm.
After Jemin closed his eyes, his body did not emit light, the sulfur river outside the altar remained calm as usual, and the flames of the six secondary towers did not even change their flickering frequency.
It was as if nothing had happened.
But from Jemin's perspective, everything has changed.
His consciousness detached from the individual "Jemin".
More precisely, his consciousness was originally contained within a container called "self," but now, that container has suddenly disappeared.
As a result, the "water" in the container immediately blended into the surrounding environment.
He saw the "Tao".
Those lines of law that appear as energy ripples in the all-seeing eye, and as threads of fate forming a causal network in the destiny system, and the underlying logic of the world that emerges between the opening and closing of the vertical pupils—have undergone a fundamental change at this moment. Everything unfolds simultaneously, stretching towards the endless distance.
There are no boundaries, no structure, and no reference points.
He is simply an infinite space woven purely from laws, and he is a part of that space.
He was already here; he just didn't know it before.
It's like a paralyzed patient who has lived in a dark room his whole life and has never known that there are walls, a ceiling, or a floor.
Now, the lights suddenly came on, and he realized that he was not a resident of the house, but the house itself.
The walls are the skin, the ceiling is the skeleton, and the floor is the muscle.
After accepting his new form, Jemin couldn't help but immerse himself in everything that unfolded after he merged into the world.
It was all very simple and ordinary, but he became inexplicably obsessed with it.
In the process, Jemin begins to forget what belongs to him.
The purpose is the first thing to disappear.
He forgot his goals and ideas, forgot his pursuits, and forgot what he had originally been thinking about.
Then there's the relationship.
He knew that he had some people, some things, and a period of time called "life".
But the connections between those things and him were broken one by one.
Finally, there is "me" myself.
Jemin.
Two words.
He knew that the two words once represented a specific existence, but now they were decoupled from any meaning.
It's like a word being repeated too many times until it becomes a syllable without any meaning.
During this process, Jemin also sensed a lot of "noise," as if trying to drive him out of this state.
"Ah—it must be those secret techniques I prepared—"
Jemin thought to himself.
He knew what those things were, what they were used for, and he was also aware of his current state.
But it's meaningless, because these perceptions, like his name, have lost their specific "syllables" through repeated repetition.
He drifted in the ocean of the Tao, becoming lighter and thinner, less and less like a human being.
The ocean, called "Tao," swallowed him in a gentle way.
Like the rhythm of a mother gently patting her child's back as they fall asleep.
There was no pain or struggle, not even any discomfort.
He's just fading away.
This represents how the individual, Jieming, gradually and imperceptibly merges into that boundless "nothingness".
He no longer remembers that he is a human being.
He no longer remembers "himself".
Finally, after his forgetfulness reached a certain limit, the incense and divine path was triggered.
In every corner of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, in those tribes covered by incense and sacred paths, hundreds of billions of believers felt something at the same time.
No one gave any instructions, but they put down what they were doing, stopped, turned around, faced the altar, put their hands together, and closed their eyes.
The black giants subconsciously began to pray. Their voices were not loud, but tens of millions of voices overlapped together, forming a resonance like the pulse of the earth.
That force transformed into a rope, shooting out simultaneously from tens of millions of directions, and found those fragments of consciousness in the infinite void.
Then, like a gust of wind cushioning a falling leaf, it was caught.
The wind is not strong.
But enough.
"I am----
'
The sound came from nothingness, as faint as a moth struggling in a storm.
But supported by the ever-flowing power, the voice continued: "—Jermin."
This is a confirmation of existence itself.
Consciousness is returning.
But the incense and prayers flowing in from tens of millions of directions are constantly feeding it new fuel.
Finally, Jemin slowly opened his eyes.
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