We all speak of cultivating the Dao, and we have all heard of it, but what is the “Dao”? The sages of ancient times said:
“There is a thing, formed in chaos, that existed before heaven and earth were created. Its sound cannot be heard, its form cannot be seen. It is silent and empty, existing independently of all things, and never ceasing. It is the origin of all things. I do not know its name, so I reluctantly call it the ‘Dao.’”
This is a world of cultivators, where people soar through the skies and burrow beneath the earth in pursuit of the Dao. But behind these beautiful aspirations lies a brutal reality of bloody slaughter.
His name is Qi Tu.
Two years ago, he was a dazzling direct disciple.
Two years later, he is a humiliated servant disciple.
At the lowest point in his life, divine soil appears within him. From then on, Qi Tu becomes a farmer, planting divine flowers and cultivating immortal herbs in the divine soil each day. He grows a few top-grade spirit stones for decoration, nourishes divine weapons, and inscribes supreme cultivation techniques.
He fights his way out of schemes and deception, steps into the unknown, and becomes a legend.
The first time I saw spirit stones counted as two.