The Feng Zun Journey
Resuming Travel
The young man was still in a daze, and it was probably because he was still too young.
He subconsciously asked, "If there is no clear distinction between good and evil or right and wrong... Is that... Really won't be a problem?"
Feng Zun patted the young man's shoulder, “Of course it is a good thing if you act for virtue's sake. Otherwise, why would I save you tonight? I say all that to tell you, that in this morally and lawless ambiguous cultivation world, you must first recognize the power within you, then stay true to the faith in the heart. You should not act like you did before, and treat your own enemies with such affection."
After saying all this, Feng Zun rubbed his nose and laughed at himself. "Enough, I certainly don't want to be a lecturer, who will lecture everyone constantly. You have not experienced the forging of wind and rain. Just hearing it is not enough to understand it, and those who understand it do not need to hear it.”
Yin Ying was confused.
Who is that teacher?
But it was clear that Feng Zun did not want to discuss the matter any further.
The simple-robed youth took a deep breath and said, “Senior, I will remember your every word. I may not fully understand it now, but later on, I will definitely slowly understand!”
The young man's serious and determined expression moved Feng Zun's heart, he took out an empty jade slip and carved a technique in it, then handed it to the young man.
“This jade slip contains a heresy cultivation legacy called the 'Demon Mysterious Book.' It's much deeper than the technique you're developing now, and it's the biggest test of a person's character.”
Feng Zun's gaze grew further and deeper, “Remember this, you must firmly protect your heart. Otherwise, practicing such an inheritance technique would definitely lead you into the abyss of darkness. Of course, you are also welcome not to process it.”
"Miss Yin, let's go."
With that, Feng Zun turned around and left, then Yin Ying rushed to follow behind him.
The young man received the jade slip, looking puzzled. Everything he had just gone through was unbelievable, as if he was dreaming.
Yin Ying's voice suddenly radiated from afar.
“What's your name, little friend?”
“Shen Ling.”
The young man instinctively replied, then hurriedly asked, "May I ask your name, esteemed seniors?"
However, by the time he finished his question, both Feng Zun and Yin Ying had disappeared into the pitch-black night.
The young man stood there in a daze, then muttered, "Tonight, I have little doubt that it is likely that I have met a god or an immortal ..."
……
Late night.
It was cold, and the moon was shining brightly overhead.
Feng Zun and his friends continued their journey
Han Mei, and Zhuan Long already knew what had happened from Yin Ying.
They were deeply moved when Yin Ying told him what Feng Zun had said earlier.
"My master, why did you give Shen Ling ... a heretical cultivation technique?" Zhenyu asked in confusion.
"There is no school of thought in this world including Buddhism, Confucianism, Taoism, Satan, Spiritual Animals, Ghosts, or anything else superior or inferior in terms of pursuing the Dao,"
Feng Zun said casually.
“When distinguishing between good and evil, consider only one's mentality and behavior. Only then can one learn from various sources and use all the best methods available. Only then can you truly understand why we call it Dao 'Forgotten'."
He then looked at Zhenyu. “Applies to you for example, didn't you also inherit the legacy of a demon beast cultivator. Then how different are you from Shen Ling practicing heretical arts?”
Zhenyu was instantly speechless and immersed in deep contemplation.
"If you keep thinking like that, you will only affect the Dao in your heart," Feng Zun warned.
Terror ran over Zhenyu, and his expression changed.
This time, even Han Mei couldn't help but ask, "Why is that, Big Brother Feng?"
“Any debate involving the Grand Dao will affect one's heart on a subconscious level,”
Feng Zun again said, “When pursuing the Grand Dao, you must experience and understand it yourself, while remaining true to the confidence within yourself. Only then could one forge their own unique path. ”
Han Mei seemed to be pondering over this.
Amidst their conversation, the group passed through a dense mountain range.
Two hours later.
Feng Zun scanned the area and saw an already dilapidated temple in the middle of one of the mountains, he said, “Let's stop at that temple and rest, we can continue the journey again at dawn.”
He and his partner then flew straight in that direction.
The broken temple was very ordinary, It was covered in spider webs, and the Buddha statue inside had long since collapsed, it had obviously been destroyed for some time.
Zhuan Long and Zhenyu started working on cleaning it up and lighting the bonfire. They even placed a soft beast skin on the floor and asked Feng Zun to sit there.
It was already past midnight, and the sky was dark and cold, the roars of ferocious beasts sounded from afar, and the sounds were deeply troubling.
But of course, this was not enough to scare Feng Zun or his friends.
Feng Zun sat down cross-legged and meditated.
The others also meditated, and only Zhuan Long chose to stay awake outside the temple.
About ten days had passed since Feng Zun left the Long Dynasty, most of the time was spent traversing the wilderness, but he had never missed his cultivation. His routine was unshakeable, and he maintained it even now.
Moreover, he was now not lacking in cultivation resources.
Right now, he had already reached the intermediate stage Immortal God realm, and most likely soon, he would break through to the late stage of the Immortal God realm.
When that time came, he had to start thinking about facing the tribulance of the impending soul tribulation.
Any cultivator who wanted to break through this realm, they had to face that tribulation.
If they were able to overcome it, then they stepped onto the path of the higher spirit dao. This made them true Immortal God-level cultivators.
If they failed, they would be wiped out, and their Dao would disappear along with it, their bodies would be wiped out and become land. Even if they were able to survive, they would never regain their former glory.
This tribulation was extremely dangerous, even in the Tian Clan Realm. There were many cultivators who accepted it, but only less than ten percent were able to overcome the tribulation!
As he was cultivating, Feng Zun pondered, he was already looking forward to the day of his impending tribulation!