He was invincible from the beginning of the Heaven-Covering Era.

Generally speaking, to navigate the sea of ​​suffering, one needs a senior practitioner to guide them with their own life essence, helping newcomers to sense the wheel of life, so that they can smoothly embark on the path of cultivation.

But Zhou Qing didn't have that problem. His physique was so great that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was a 2.0 or even 3.0 level innate Dao embryo. He was too strong in sensing all things. He directly immersed himself in the sound of the Great Dao, and his whole body was surrounded by the Dao rhyme. He immediately sensed his own life wheel.

Within his Wheel of Life, vitality was abundant, and the life essence was like a vast ocean, almost inexhaustible and boundless. He slightly activated the guiding method in the "Supreme Yang Scripture," and immediately strands of life essence were guided out from the Wheel of Life.

For others, it can take several days or even half a month just to sense the life wheel, and several more days or even a month to try to guide the life essence.

But none of this mattered to Zhou Qing. The first time he heard his father preach, he was able to enter a state of enlightenment. In this state of enlightenment, coupled with his physique that was practically maxed out in terms of approaching the Dao, he directly sensed the Wheel of Life on his first attempt and guided out his life essence in one go.

Strands of life essence, like golden dragons, surged and crashed up from the bottom of the sea of ​​suffering, carving a narrow passage between the sea of ​​suffering and the wheel of life.

Without using any elixirs or rare medicinal herbs, he simply relied on the essence within his own life force to open up a narrow passage.

It wasn't just because his Sea of ​​Bitterness wasn't as solid as divine iron, but also because the essence within the Wheel of Life was too vast and boundless, its quality terrifyingly high. Just a few strands of this life essence were enough to break through the Sea of ​​Bitterness, rising from the seabed to the surface, transforming into wisps of divine energy.

Force is flowing.

While Zhou Qing was focused on guiding his life essence to break through the sea of ​​suffering, an incredibly astonishing phenomenon also appeared in Zhou Qing's body outside.

Zhou Qing's body suddenly shone brightly, and the seven-colored rainbow seemed to break through the sky. The divine light was dazzling, illuminating the vast expanse of heaven and earth, covering everything with a layer of seven-colored gauze.

At the same time, a sound like a vast ocean arose, as if waves were surging, and there were faint chants, as if it were the praise of the gods. In an instant, the waves roared, the gods chanted, colorful light shone, and divine radiance flew everywhere.

A bright, clear moon seemed to appear below his navel, its seven-colored light shining brilliantly, its divine radiance dazzling, and the waves crashing like thunder, as if a vast and endless ocean had appeared before him.

Zhou Qing's sea of ​​suffering was just a single point, but it was as dazzling as a rainbow, as if it had endless radiance, divine brilliance, and dazzling light.

The light in this open space was too dazzling, and the phenomena were too astonishing. From a distance, it seemed as if this place had transformed into a celestial land, giving people the feeling of being in a fairyland.

In Zhou Qing's sea of ​​suffering, the seven-colored ocean surged continuously, with waves seemingly connecting to the sky and sweeping across the heavens.

Lightning danced wildly above the Sea of ​​Bitterness, with thunderclaps echoing continuously. Within the lightning were one hundred and eight golden worlds, dazzling and radiant. In each world was a blurry figure, seemingly an ancient deity from the world of gods. They were all singing praises to one person, praising the legends he left behind, as if he were the beginning of everything, and as if he were the end of everything.

It was also because no one else had entered this valley at this time; otherwise, if the Great Sage had seen all this, he would have been unable to control his expression and would have been utterly astonished and shocked by the situation here.

Zhou Qing used his profound magic to guide the life essence within the Wheel of Life, stabilizing the channel he had created and completely fixing this passage leading directly from the Sea of ​​Bitterness to the Wheel of Life.

Zhou Wuji had finished explaining the Wheel Sea Chapter of the Supreme Yang Scripture in an hour, but his consciousness had already fallen into a hazy state, trying to grasp the faint wisp of energy between heaven and earth and to catch that trace of the Dao.

His hands moved unconsciously, tracing paths and lines that intertwined, generating a mysterious power that transformed into a mystical pattern in the sky.

In Zhou Wuji's eyes, it seemed as if the universe was in motion, evolving from brilliance to desolation, from light to emptiness, with an aura of the Dao in its evolution.

Several hours later, Zhou Wuji was the first to wake up. His expression was one of utter shock, and his ethereal demeanor could no longer be concealed. He exclaimed in astonishment, "My cultivation has actually taken another giant leap forward on this small step! How is this possible? It's astonishing!"

"It's been over thirty years, and my cultivation level has hardly changed. Now it has increased by a whole level so easily. It's amazing, it's terrifying."

"The phenomena in this world are so astonishing. The fact that one has only attained enlightenment and reached the Sea of ​​Wheels is already so terrifying. Such a physique is unimaginable."

"A seven-colored sea of ​​suffering, unprecedented, unprecedented indeed! And one hundred and eight golden worlds, figures like deities, it's truly astonishing that there is such a strange sea of ​​suffering."

Zhou Wuji sat on the futon, too shocked to control his expression. Looking at Zhou Qing, who was surrounded by seven-colored light, he couldn't help but sigh, "If Qing'er grows up, the family will be worry-free for at least several thousand years!"

Another hour passed before Zhou Qing slowly woke up. The moment he opened his eyes, two beams of seven-colored light shot out from them, radiating divine light. His entire demeanor changed dramatically, as if a god-king had descended.

Chapter 4 Palace

"Qing'er, how are you feeling?" Zhou Wuji smiled and sat cross-legged on a futon with Zhou Qing. He looked at his son, who seemed like a god descended from heaven, with a lot of emotions in his heart.

“Cultivation is truly wondrous. It feels as if I have experienced many things and understood many principles in an instant.”

Zhou Qing's expression was also somewhat peculiar, a mixture of excitement, joy, and surprise, seemingly condensed into one emotion.

As Zhou Qing finished his cultivation, the strange phenomena in the world gradually disappeared, but some traces remained.

For example, those spiritual herbs that had grown much more mature than before, each one seemed to have been watered by a celestial spring, with glistening luster and a fragrant aroma that was refreshing and delightful.

For example, the springs on the ground, glistening with light, seemed to be formed from divine elixir.

As Zhou Qing activated the profound techniques of the "Supreme Yang Scripture," a seven-colored light spot immediately appeared below his navel. It was no bigger than a sesame seed, yet it shone brightly, like a star.

Most people's sea of ​​suffering is either pitch black or dark green, mostly lifeless, just like its name suggests. Only some people with special constitutions can have extraordinary seas of suffering, radiating light, such as the golden sea of ​​suffering of a holy body or the purple sea of ​​suffering of a domineering body. Zhou Qing's sea of ​​suffering, however, is seven-colored, full of vitality, like a concentrated rainbow, dazzling with divine brilliance.

What's even more different from ordinary people is that this sea of ​​suffering, which is no bigger than a sesame seed, now has traces of divine power flowing through it, which is an unbelievable thing.

When ordinary people first open up their sea of ​​suffering, they basically don't even have any divine power fluctuations. They usually have to open up their sea of ​​suffering to the size of a soybean before they can have any divine power fluctuations. When it's the size of a goose egg, they can form wisps of divine power flowing through it. However, these common sense rules of cultivation do not apply to Zhou Qing at all. He already has divine power flowing through the size of a sesame seed. Although he has not yet formed divine patterns, it is still quite terrifying.

Zhou Qing activated his profound technique, and with a thought, a seven-colored divine light burst forth from the Sea of ​​Bitterness, flying dozens of meters away along his finger and drilling a small hole about the thickness of a finger in the ground.

"Amazing, truly amazing! Qing'er's performance now far surpasses mine back then. There's no comparison, not even close!"

Looking at the scene before him, Zhou Wuji was filled with emotion, both surprised and delighted.

Zhou Qing's face was also beaming with joy; the feeling of wielding extraordinary power was truly exhilarating.

“Cultivation at the Sea of ​​Wheels realm is very simple. Apart from the danger of getting lost when you reach the Divine Bridge realm, the most important thing for other realms is resources.”

"The Wheel Sea doesn't emphasize comprehension too much. The understanding of the Great Dao mainly manifests in the Four Extremes Secret Realm. One must have sufficient comprehension to advance in that secret realm. But in the Wheel Sea, with enough resources, one can continue to progress."

Zhou Wuji was very serious and explained many secrets of cultivation to Zhou Qing, which were unknown to Zhou Qing.

The path of cultivation is fraught with countless details. Zhou Qing only knew some realm names and understood some general principles; he was a complete novice when it came to the intricacies of cultivation. What Zhou Wuji was about to explain, however, contained far too many details, all of which were the culmination of the Zhou family's previous efforts.

These are the experiences shared by our predecessors during their arduous journey through the sea of ​​suffering.

They talked from day to night, with Zhou Qing occasionally asking questions along the way. Zhou Wuji meticulously and seriously answered all of Zhou Qing's doubts until he was sure Zhou Qing fully understood the reasons before continuing. It wasn't until the moon was high in the sky that he finished explaining the secrets of the Sea of ​​Wheels cultivation.

"Very good, very good. I have seen your attitude towards cultivation, Qing'er. It seems that your interest in cultivation is not just a passing thought, but a firm determination."

Zhou Wuji became more and more satisfied as he spoke. The questions Zhou Qing asked were very tricky, and some of them he couldn't even answer immediately, requiring him to think for a few breaths. It was clear that he was indeed listening attentively.

"Alright, that's enough for today. You need to go back and thoroughly absorb what you've learned today. The family will provide you with all the resources you need for cultivation. In a few days, when you're ready, you can begin your real cultivation."

Zhou Wuji and Zhou Qing both stood up from the futons. Zhou Wuji then waved his hand and put the two futons away. These were two treasures; sitting on them made it easier to comprehend certain things.

"Father, what level of cultivation do I need to reach before I can leave?" Zhou Qing asked. There are still many opportunities outside, but he's not in a hurry right now, since he's only just embarked on the path of cultivation. However, he's worried that the elders in his family have set too high a level for him to leave the world, which would mean he'd have to stay in the clan for who knows how long.

Zhou Wuji pondered for a moment and replied, "We haven't settled this matter yet. For now, just focus on your cultivation. Don't worry too much; we'll let you stay in the clan until you come of age. After all, cultivators are bound to see blood. When you reach a certain level, we'll take you out to experience the battles between cultivators."

"Alright, I will try my best to cultivate to a higher realm." Zhou Qing said helplessly. There was nothing he could do. He was too pampered, and some of the elders always wanted to protect him in the clan. The important thing now was to cultivate as soon as possible. After all, in the Sea of ​​Wheels Secret Realm, as long as there were enough resources, one could quickly improve one's realm by comprehending the scriptures.

With a wave of his hands, Zhou Wuji created a hazy, avenue that quickly spread out to the other small islands in the sky. Rays of light and auspicious colors filled the air. Zhou Wuji led him onto the avenue, and in the blink of an eye, they were gone.

In just a few breaths, they arrived at the palace where Zhou Qing lived, having traveled from the medicine valley.

This is a magnificent hall, entirely constructed of golden crystal, gleaming and radiating a crystalline light, both real and illusory.

Zhou Wuji left Zhou Qing there, then crossed another misty road and left in an instant.

Zhou Qing walked up the steps. These jade steps were dazzling and colorful, and at the same time, they were filled with the fragrance of flowers, which were rare and exotic plants around the palace.

Upon entering the palace, one is enveloped in ethereal mist, with colorful clouds rising and creating a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere. The pure white mist is almost a foot high, and all the objects gleam brightly, as if they were carved from a unique spiritual essence, transforming the palace into a sacred and pure land.

In the center of the main hall is a suspended altar, its entire body a deep ice-blue color, with streaks of auspicious light hanging down from the dome, like a veil.

Zhou Qing lay on the altar, feeling relaxed and overjoyed. Extraordinary power was indeed very pleasant, and the feeling of suddenly becoming stronger was quite captivating.

Then Zhou Qing closed his eyes and focused his mind into his sea of ​​consciousness, beginning his daily practice of observing the Gate of Destiny. Since he learned of the Gate of Destiny's existence, this had almost become a habit for him.

Chapter 5 The Prodigy

Within Zhou Qing's sea of ​​consciousness, clouds and mist surged. In this world of the mind, time seemed to stand still, passing much more slowly than outside.

Zhou Qing's consciousness was a colorful little man. At this moment, the little man suddenly opened his eyes and his expression became lively. Zhou Qing's main consciousness had been transferred to this little man, and he only separated a wisp of his divine sense to control the outside world.

Zhou Qing remained calm, transforming into a beam of light and rapidly disappearing into the depths of his heart.

After passing through a thick, cloud-like substance, I finally saw the gate of destiny deep within my heart.

The door floated and sank amidst a chaotic aura, half of its body shrouded in chaos and completely invisible.

This Gate of Destiny was a color he had never seen before, as if it contained countless living beings, including the fate of the world.

He was enormous; Zhou Qing couldn't even judge his size, because no matter how far his divine sense covered, the size of the door would always be much larger than the area he could cover.

There were some words on the Gate of Destiny, but he couldn't make them out. He only felt that it contained an aura of immortality and eternity.

Zhou Qing had seen this gate many times before, but he was still awestruck by it. He couldn't comprehend what kind of existence it was; he could only sense a sense of grandeur and magnificence.

He continued flying without stopping, and the closer he got to the Gate of Destiny, the more a mysterious rhythm surrounded him.

After walking a certain distance, he stopped, sat cross-legged, and began to watch the Gate of Destiny. In no time, he was completely immersed in its profound rhythm.

Zhou Qing gradually became engrossed in it, occasionally feeling drowsy and sometimes lost in thought.

From the depths of the darkness, a profound and mysterious syllable arose. This syllable was extremely complex, seemingly containing countless chants, indescribable and inexplicable, as if praising fate and celebrating its eternity.

In an instant, Zhou Qing felt as if he were about to merge into the long river of destiny, traverse the entire universe, and roam freely through the past, present, and future. Eternal time and the relentless flow of history were all submerged by the power of fate.

Zhou Qing remained motionless, his eyes shifting from bright to dark, with inexplicable patterns emerging within them, forming complex and intricate rules and order.

This rhythm is ethereal yet unpredictable, obscure and difficult to understand, seemingly never fading away.

In this state, several hours passed quickly.

Zhou Qing's eyes changed from dull to bright, from desolate to lively. He stood up, sighed, and said, "It's still no good. I don't understand it at all, I can't comprehend it at all. It's so obscure and difficult to understand. I can't even understand a little bit of it."

"My level is still too low, and the Dao contained in the Gate of Destiny is too profound. I still cannot comprehend it at this level."

After all, he was only at the very beginning of the most basic realm—the lowest level of the Sea of ​​Wheels realm—the lowest stage of the Sea of ​​Bitterness realm—the Sea of ​​Bitterness had just been opened.

He could sense that what lay before him was a realm that, though vague, was extremely profound, but that was all; he couldn't even begin to grasp it.

"I thought embarking on the path of cultivation would bring some changes, but nothing has changed. I still don't understand what I don't understand, and I still need to continue to improve my realm."

For him, this in his sea of ​​consciousness

The Gate of Destiny is his biggest trump card on his path to immortality. Even though he can't understand anything right now, he still has a connection with the Gate of Destiny, and this connection allows him to use its power a little.

With just a thought, Zhou Qing could feel the vast power of the Gate of Destiny. Even a slight movement of it allowed him to experience an unimaginable realm.

The price he has to pay is too high, a price he simply cannot afford right now. But as his understanding of the Gate of Destiny deepens, the price will decrease until it becomes completely negligible.

Zhou Qing's main body also opened its eyes. He had transferred his main consciousness back from the sea of ​​consciousness. Now it was dawn, and on the small island in the sky, a great sun could be seen about to rise on the distant horizon.

When the first ray of direct sunlight appeared, Zhou Qing circulated the "Supreme Yang Scripture," absorbing the strange energy contained in this ray of sunlight into his Bitter Sea. Then, he circulated his profound skills and tried his best to refine it. In less than an hour, under the scouring of this strange energy, Zhou Qing's Bitter Sea directly doubled in size, becoming the size of two sesame seeds.

More importantly, a divine pattern appeared in his sea of ​​suffering, which meant that the life essence within the sea of ​​suffering was no longer scattered, but condensed together.

Ordinary people's sea of ​​suffering is difficult to form divine patterns even when it is the size of a goose egg, but Zhou Qing's seven-colored sea of ​​suffering achieved it when it was the size of a sesame seed. This made Zhou Qing very happy. Only with divine patterns can one be called a true sea of ​​suffering cultivator, who can control the divine patterns in his body to fly out and attack, and can also change direction.

Just as Zhou Qing was sensing the divine runes within his body, an old man with white hair and a youthful face appeared in front of the palace gate. His hair was as white as snow, his face as smooth as jade, without a single wrinkle, and his eyes were as deep as the sea.

The old man, with his flowing sleeves, arrived at Zhou Qing's palace gate as if riding the wind, his feet barely touching the ground.