From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 610 The origin of the root method
Feng Yun was different from when he was at Fangzhang Mountain. He no longer had that numb and boring expression. Although he was still a block of wood, there was now a hint of emotion flickering in his eyes.

"Have you met Zhang Tianshi and the others?"

"Ah."

How do they treat you?

"They made me the agent of the Dao Alliance... chairman."

Feng Yun awkwardly gestured to the blue Taoist robe he was wearing, looking somewhat uneasy.

As a supreme immortal, Feng Yun was no stranger to any offer from the Dao Alliance, in Li Yang's view. However, for Feng Yun, the sudden change from serving those ancient second-generation tycoons as a slave on Fangzhang Mountain to being the chairman of the Dao Alliance, who was fawned over and cheered wherever he went, inevitably made him feel somewhat at a loss. The thousands-year-old immortal master even showed a childlike embarrassment and awkwardness on his face.

Seeing that Feng Yun was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, Li Yang smiled slightly, took out the Zhuyin Sword from his storage ring, and casually tossed it to Feng Yun.

Feng Yun's face lit up with joy, even to the point of disbelief. He hurriedly caught the Zhuyin Sword and held it in his arms.

"I will not break my promise. This sword was forged by the ancient emperor Zhuanxu thousands of years ago for the sake of the human race. I hope you will not bury this sword in the next hundred years."

Li Yang said with a smile, his words carrying a profound meaning.

After a long pause, Feng Yun nodded. This was the first time he had ever heard anyone talk about the meaning of a sword.

"it is good."

Then Feng Yun hugged his sword and fell silent. He wasn't used to communicating with people, especially between two people.

"See you soon."

Li Yang smiled nonchalantly, waved his hand, and prepared to leave.

However, just as Li Yang's figure was about to completely disappear from Feng Yun's sight, Feng Yun pursed his lips, suddenly caught up quickly, and then blocked Li Yang's path.

"You need this, don't you?"

Feng Yun stretched out his hand, and a mountain-like pattern appeared in his palm. It was dark yellow and heavy, and a mysterious Daoist aura permeated the space, making the entire space seem heavier.

"This is?"

Li Yang stopped and frowned slightly, because the moment the mountain-shaped pattern appeared, he sensed an extremely familiar aura.

"The root method of Fangzhang Mountain's inheritance, the Kunling Food Qi Method."

Feng Yun's tone was calm, but the content of his words was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

“The fundamental law cannot be received by a carrier, nor can it be recorded with things like paper and jade slips. It can only be recorded in heaven and earth, or be imparted by a master above the human immortal level.”

"I comprehended this fundamental law by chance while observing the mountains on the outer island, and then I was taken in by the island lord and raised as a war slave."

Feng Yun spoke calmly, recounting how he obtained the Dharma.

Li Yang couldn't help but look at Feng Yun with even greater respect. He had been wondering how someone with the island lord's personality would pass on such a supreme technique as the Root Method to a slave, but he never expected that Feng Yun had figured it out on his own.

This is similar to his enlightenment of the Yangwu Food Qi Method at the Golden Summit of Mount Emei, indicating that Feng Yun has a high affinity for the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, even surpassing that of people like Chi Yanhong and Qi Qianshu.

Faced with an unfamiliar fundamental method, Li Yang had no reason to refuse.

Feng Yun condensed the Kunling Food Qi Technique into a mountain imprint without reservation, and the aura in his palm became increasingly powerful, almost as if he were holding a mountain vein.

Realizing the complexity of this method, Li Yang suppressed his distracting thoughts and lightly touched the mountain-like light and shadow in Feng Yun's palm. Countless tadpole-like characters immediately rushed in and condensed into a mountain in Li Yang's mind.

Li Yang has cultivated the Sun and Moon Roots, so he can no longer learn other methods, but he can draw inspiration from them. Each root method is a priceless treasure, and with Li Yang's talent and comprehension, it will greatly enlighten him.

A moment later, a mountain solidified in Li Yang's mind.

"Thank you."

Li Yang nodded, withdrew his finger, and expressed his gratitude.

After delivering the Dharma, Feng Yun's face showed little expression, as if what he had just given was nothing of great importance.

After a moment's consideration, Feng Yun, holding the Zhuyin Sword, spoke again: "I can sense that you possess two kinds of magic, one grand and righteous, the other icy and chilling."

"Oh, you know about my two methods?"

Li Yang asked in surprise.

"I don't know, but I've heard about it." Feng Yun shook his head, then fell silent, seemingly choosing his words.

"Do you know the origin of the Root Dharma? And do you know how many Root Dharma texts there are in this world?"

Feng Yun looked as dull as a wooden statue, but now he was saying one surprising thing after another, each sentence causing Li Yang's expression to change slightly.

Regarding the origin of the root method, Baiyun Mountain and Qingcheng Mountain have searched through almost all the existing Taoist classics, but they could not explain it. Its origin seems to have been buried in the long river of history.

However, according to Feng Yun, the origin of this root method seems to be extremely complicated, and even the number of root methods is certain.

"I overheard the twenty-eight chapters when the island lord was teaching Jiang Huan and Ji Chengyue."

"However, even the island lord wasn't sure; he told it to his disciples as a legend at the time."

Feng Yun recalled, then, mimicking the island lord's tone, slowly continued:

"Legend has it that countless ages ago, when chaos reigned and humanity lived in a primitive state of eating raw meat and drinking blood, the world was filled with all sorts of primordial creatures and ancient demons."

One day, an unimaginable being passed through the land. It was nameless and faceless, yet incredibly powerful. Every move it made made gods and demons tremble; it possessed unimaginable might.

Later generations called it the Tao.

It stood on the earth for countless years, observed and watched by gods and demons, birds and beasts, and even raw-eating humans for all eternity.

All things in heaven and earth began to unconsciously learn from it and imitate it.

Over the long course of time, neither gods nor demons comprehended anything. Instead, it was the weakest humans who began to understand many things from it. However, at that time, no human was able to fully comprehend or receive the complete "Tao".

In this situation, people can only divide and divide what they have learned from him until it reaches the level that humans can bear.

Some people divide the 'Tao' into two, calling it Yin and Yang; others divide it into three, naming it the Three Powers; still others divide it into four, classifying it as the Four Meanings; subsequently, the Five Elements and the Six Emperors appeared one after another.

Over the long years, relying on these insights, humanity drove away gods and demons and subdued all kinds of ancient beasts. It was only when a man named Fuxi separated the Eight Trigrams from it that it awoke after countless years of slumber.

It left the earth, went to an indescribable place, and was never seen again.

Feng Yun finished speaking, but Li Yang's thoughts were stirred up like a tsunami.

"Yin and Yang, the Three Powers, the Four Intentions, the Five Elements, the Six Emperors, the Eight Trigrams... Is this what you call the Twenty-Eight Fundamental Principles?"

Li Yang's voice trembled slightly, a tremor he himself was unaware of, which completely overturned all his understanding of cultivation. Facing the clouds and the blazing sun over Qingcheng Mountain, Feng Yun nodded and slowly spoke again: "According to the island lord, the [Kunling Food Qi Method] on the island is one of the five elemental root methods, specifically the earth element root method, and is considered a superior root method among root methods."

"You mean to say that there are different levels of merit in the fundamental methods?"

“Hmm.” Feng Yun frowned slightly and nodded: “From Yin and Yang to the Eight Trigrams, the more complicated the ‘Dao’ is divided, the further it is from the origin of the Dao. So, theoretically speaking, the strongest root method is the Yin and Yang root method.”

"And beneath this lies your Three Powers Root Method: Sun, Moon, and Stars."

This was yet another shocking secret. Li Yang was stunned. According to Feng Yun, there was another source of his cultivation technique that represented the stars!

"However, I only heard this from the island lord. It's just a legend, and even the island lord himself is very skeptical of its authenticity. I'm telling you this now just to give you a clue."

"No, your island lord has lived for thousands of years. It's impossible for everything he says to be baseless."

Li Yang frowned. The legend Feng Yun had just told touched upon the origin of the Dao and gave him a lot of inspiration in an instant.

He had long suspected why the Jade Toad Qi-Eating Method and the Sun Crow Qi-Eating Method automatically synthesized into the "Ultimate Dao Treasure Mirror" after he ascended to the Human Immortal realm. Now it seemed that it was because these two fundamental methods originated from the same source, and were not the systemic power that Li Yang had guessed.

"The union of the sun and moon represents the ultimate Dao. If one were to obtain another method of nourishing Qi, representing the stars, thus unifying the three realms, would that be the true foundation of the Dao?"

Li Yang frowned, his mind wandering.

When Li Yang asked Feng Yun for more details about the Root Method, Feng Yun became clueless, clearly only knowing the legend.

Unable to obtain any more useful information, Li Yang bid farewell to Feng Yun, suppressed his distracting thoughts, and continued his journey.

Although the legend Feng Yun mentioned was of great importance, it was not Li Yang's primary concern at the moment. He still had things to do on Mount Qingcheng and someone else to meet.

The last person he wanted to see was named Tianyi.

The morning prayers had just ended at the Qingcheng Mountain Taoist Temple. A young Taoist priest with a refined and noble appearance put away his Heavenly Ruler and was walking forward. Just as he stepped out of the main hall of the temple, the whole world suddenly fell silent.

The noisy students of the Taoist academy, the chanting of scriptures in the Taoist temple, and the crisp sound of wind chimes under the eaves all disappeared. When Tianyi looked up, he saw a young Taoist priest in a blue robe calmly looking at him in the courtyard.

“I’m going to your world right now. You come from that world, and I need to search your soul to learn everything about it.”

"But this requires you to be completely unguarded with me and to open your mind completely."

Faced with this figure who was said to have died and had become a myth in the past three years, Tianyi was initially horrified. But when he understood Li Yang's purpose, his face showed an extremely painful struggle, which distorted his refined features.

He was given the name Tianyi and was one of the first people from the Realm of Extreme Truth to visit Blue Star in modern times. However, he was cannon fodder and was supposed to be buried in Mount Tai with two other people. But he was rescued by chance and has now been incorporated into the Dao Alliance as a registered Daoist.

There are powerful restrictions in his sea of ​​consciousness. Unless he voluntarily opens his mind under subjective circumstances, even Li Yang cannot see a trace of it.

"I have already written down everything about the Realm of Ultimate Truth and submitted it. You can ask the higher-ups of the Dao Alliance for it, True Lord."

Tianyi kept his head down, making it impossible to see his expression.

“I’ve read what you wrote. They’re all about the top powers in the Realm of Ultimate Truth, such as the Xuanhuang Palace, Yaochi Fortress, Sword Tomb, and Tianji Hall, these are all sacred places of immortals. But I need something different.”

Li Yang was among the first to review the document. The report highlighted the Xuanhuang Palace and Yaochi Sword Tomb, all of which were behemoths with histories spanning countless ages.

In particular, the Xuanhuang Palace is similar to Baiyun Mountain in China in the Realm of Ultimate Truth. The Futu, which forced Li Yang to desperately use the Fuyou Technique, originated from this lineage.

"The power of words is ultimately limited; I need something more detailed."

Tianyi remained silent. Even if he completely opened his mind, the damage to his soul would be extremely terrible and irreversible, diminishing his potential for immortality.

"it is good!"

"However, I would like to ask Li Zhenjun to... grant me one request."

After a long while, Tianyi raised his head, his eyes already bloodshot.

"can."
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The soul search lasted for more than three hours. Tianyi fainted several times, bleeding from all seven orifices and foaming at the mouth. He was awakened by Li Yang and the soul search was repeated.

Later on, Li Yang even admired Tianyi's perseverance.
This journey is fraught with certain death; to have even a sliver of hope for survival, he needs to learn more about the Realm of Ultimate Truth.
In Soul Search, Li Yang meticulously followed the story from the perspective of Tianyi, a native of the Realm of Ultimate Truth, from his childhood to adulthood, leaving no detail unattended. At times, he even became Tianyi himself.

However, as the soul search continued, Li Yang's expression grew colder and worse, and he even felt a little sympathy and pity for the fate master of this Ultimate Realm.

However, noticing Li Yang's somewhat reluctant expression, Tianyi, bleeding from all seven orifices, grabbed Li Yang.

"What, True Lord, even you dare not look directly at that hell?"

Tianyi bled from all seven orifices, his laughter tinged with sorrow.

"Your world is not normal."

Li Yang frowned slightly, his nerves squeezed by Tianyi's memories and the flood of images.

"No, in my opinion, what's abnormal is your world."

Tianyi gave a bitter smile, and two lines of bloody tears slid down his cheeks.

"Continue, True Lord. Don't forget what you promised me."

"it is good."

Li Yang nodded, no longer hesitating, and covered Tianyi's forehead with his right hand. Tianyi immediately let out an extremely shrill scream, and veins bulged on his neck.

It was a world that Li Yang could never have imagined, where human life was as worthless as grass, and mortals were as withered as dry grass. From Tianyi's perspective, Li Yang experienced his fear, his helplessness, his constant anxiety, his numbness, and his despair.

In the end, a single tear slid down Li Yang's cheek.

"I also need your looks, and your bloodline."

Li Yang looked at him and slowly spoke.

"If the True Lord is willing, just take it."

"it is good."

Li Yang stretched out his palm again. He had entered the Realm of Ultimate Truth and wanted to hide, so he needed an identity.

This action nearly cost Tianyi half of his physical essence and blood, but Tianyi still smiled bitterly and held Li Yang's hand tightly.

"True Lord, congratulations, you are about to go to hell!"
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Evening, Kunlun Mountains.

The sky was shrouded in a layer of gray mist, like an airtight lid, causing the earth to wither and decay.

Above the bare, gray-white rocks, Li Yang slowly ascended into the air and stepped into the glowing portal in the sky.

(End of this chapter)