In the name of supernatural powers

Chapter 32 Three Entries into Hunyuan
spiritual world.

Lu Zhao's consciousness entered the spiritual world, which was filled with sticky murmurs.

He didn't go to Hunyuan every night. Crossing the spiritual quagmire was quite painful; every step was no less than climbing mountains of knives or wading through seas of fire.

Lu Zhao usually enters every few days; the last time was when the old Taoist priest taught him the Refining Spirit Technique.

despair!
A soft tapping sound rang out, like the gentle knocking of a jade chime.

Lu Zhao once again arrived at the other side of the spiritual world—Hun Yuan.

Beneath your feet is no longer a void of chaos, but rather white stone bricks that are as warm and smooth as jade and as clean as a mirror.

Looking up, a simple and ancient Taoist temple comes into view, standing in the boundless void and nothingness.

It has no towering palaces, no elaborate carvings and paintings, only a simple and serene tranquility.

"Come up."

The old Taoist priest's voice came from behind.

Lu Zhao did not hesitate and walked towards the Taoist temple.

At the top of the nine steps, the main gate of the Taoist temple is wide open.

Inside the Taoist temple, the old Taoist priest sat cross-legged, his back like that of an ancient tree, possessing a steadfast and unwavering strength that had endured countless vicissitudes.

Beyond the old Taoist priest, two ancient seal characters are imprinted on the wall directly opposite the entrance of the Taoist temple.

world.

Lu Zhao stared unconsciously, his gaze widening and widening, as if he had been thrown into the boundless universe, his consciousness completely losing its perception of space.

"Lay Buddhist".

The old Taoist's calmness carried an irresistible power, instantly pulling Lu Zhao back to his senses.

"How is my little temple?"

Lu Zhao was slightly dazed. At the old Taoist's gesture, he sat down on the futon on the right and asked, "Taoist Master, why can such a stable scene be formed here?"

Within the spiritual disciplines of the Imperial Capital, there is a course that teaches people how to build a spiritual palace, which is also one of Lu Zhao's majors.

For most people, palaces exist in reality, but for Lu Zhao, it's his empty room. Essentially, it's a ritual, something that can be used to anchor the spirit.

According to his mental palace course instructor, a spiritual superhuman at the Wuhou level can construct a palace in the mental world and then use the palace to intervene in reality.

In ancient times, it was called Yang Shen.

The old Taoist's consciousness was at least at the level of a Martial Marquis, and most likely even stronger.

"The spirit is concentrated in things, and the will transforms heaven and earth."

The old Taoist priest conjured a wisp of light with his fingertips, and a small round table appeared in front of Lu Zhao, with steaming hot tea on it.

“Using the life bones sent in by the lay Buddhist, we will consecrate some objects to prevent you from feeling bored here.”

Lu Zhao picked up his teacup, feeling quite surprised, and said, "Daoist's methods are truly miraculous."

The fact that the life bone can transform into a 'physical entity' in the spiritual world is another method beyond his comprehension.

"It's just a clumsy skill; you'll be able to do it easily in the future."

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and smiled, saying, "If you're not afraid, you can try the taste."

Lu Zhao pondered for a moment, then carefully took a sip.

Ok……

It has a very ordinary tea flavor.

But this was the first time he had eaten in the mental world, and it felt just as real as in the real world.

In the past, when the mental world was related to 'eating,' the taste appeared directly in the brain. And this kind of memory was mixed with other tastes, such as "a cat barking at you with a hint of sweetness."

Chaos is the keynote of the spiritual world, while only primordial chaos is stable, just like reality.

After Lu Zhao finished drinking, the old Taoist priest brought out another pot of tea from somewhere and poured him a cup. Lu Zhao had no choice but to drink it again. The old Taoist priest continued to pour tea, and he continued to drink... This went on for nine cups in a row.

A conscious being does not experience bloating, and tea can be poured out endlessly, like a vast ocean.

The old Taoist priest did not pour any more tea, saying, "Nine is the limit; it is not advisable to add more."

Lu Zhao closed his eyes and savored the taste; it was undoubtedly ordinary tea.

A conscious being is different from a physical body; it does not have the concept of organs.

Lu Zhao exists as a 'human being' because he has established a spiritual self, which is academically referred to as the external appearance.

The characteristics of a first-order mental superhuman.

The ability to simulate organs similar to those of a physical body and to possess one's own senses in the spiritual world is a characteristic of second-tier spiritual superhumans.

Now he can even experience the second-stage state in advance through tea.

The tea stimulates the taste buds, the liquid flows through the esophagus, and finally enters the stomach.

This is not a mixed memory, but a genuine feeling from the 'body'.

It is precisely because of the chaos of the spiritual world that truth is so precious, and it is what powerful spiritual beings pursue throughout their lives.

Lu Zhao opened his eyes, and a flash of inspiration appeared in his eyelids.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, a result of his earlier gains—his spirit was able to exhale.

Those nine cups of tea were like keys, briefly opening the door to a higher realm for him, allowing him a glimpse into the inner world.

Looking at the old Taoist priest again, Lu Zhao solemnly said, "Thank you for your instruction and teachings, Taoist Master."

The old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled, "The master leads you in, but the skill depends on the individual. Besides, I didn't offer any guidance. This is all due to your own exceptional talent, which is already no less than mine in my youth."

His words revealed a hint of appreciation; he rarely expressed his emotions or preferences, which was enough to show his satisfaction with Lu Zhao.

Even when I was younger, I wasn't much better than Lu Zhao.

Lu Zhao shook his head and said, "If it weren't for the Daoist Master, I'm afraid I would never have been able to come into contact with the Inner Realm in my entire life. Even if I broke through to the second level later, it would have been just a superficial understanding."

This experience is unheard of by anyone else.

If there exists a spiritual master who can allow someone to experience the inner realm in advance, then that master must be at the level of a Martial Marquis, and someone Lu Zhao would have little chance of getting close to.

While talent and hard work are important, they often take a backseat to the vast resource gap.

During his student days, he saw too many people whose talent and effort were similar to his, or even slightly inferior, to his. Simply because of their powerful backgrounds, they could easily receive private tutoring from famous teachers and various subsidies and preferential treatment in evaluations.

He, on the other hand, would have to put in a hundred times more effort to obtain the same resources as them.

He once went 200 hours without sleep, developing his vitality while helping university teachers complete their research projects, and even substituting for them in class.

One person would love to split himself into three pieces.

People say he's aloof, but actually it's just that Lu Zhao has no free time for socializing.

Now he has gained benefits that others cannot obtain.

"The two aspects, the inner landscape and the spiritual platform, didn't your teachers teach you that?"

The old Taoist priest seemed to have found a flaw in his statement and changed the subject, saying, "The layman once said that the new dynasty promised to treat all Chinese people under heaven with equality."

“Actually, it’s all citizens,” Lu Zhao corrected. “However, after the reform ten years ago, only the Chinese ethnic group retained the right to vote; other ethnic groups did not have household registration.”

"You barbarian bastard, how dare you enter this hall?"

The old Taoist priest casually uttered words that didn't sound so 'ethereal and otherworldly'.

Lu Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth, then thought that if it were the ancestor, he would indeed think so.

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard, seemingly certain, and smiled:

"In this practice, the concept of equality that I have come to see is ultimately just a reflection in water or a flower in a mirror, no different from my Great Ming Dynasty."

(End of this chapter)