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The master meant to let him participate in the Sect Martial Arts Tournament, but he had just arrived and had not yet completed his initiation. According to the rules, he should not be present.
The master said to ask me whether I wanted to participate. If I expressed a desire not to join or if there was no way for me to participate, the master would let him inquire on my behalf. He remembered that morning when he sought to become a disciple, recalling that something was happening in the Northern Region with Ru Ming. He remembered wanting to ask for something.
When Xiao Heng spoke those words, he completely imitated the master's tone, and there were traces of Xiao Zhe in his demeanor.
A few words struck Gu Ping like a sudden awakening from a dream. He could hardly believe he had made such a low-level mistake, becoming unknowingly immersed in a gentle illusion. Thanks to the elder's words, he was jolted awake from that tranquility; otherwise, he might have been dulled by that sense of security, leading to a mundane life.
He asked his senior brother to convey his gratitude to the master, saying that he was Minghong.
No, the master had said it; whether I wanted to participate was up to me. He wanted me to hear another phrase: "In the Great Dream, who awakens first knows their own life."
After saying this, without waiting for Gu Ping to respond, Xiao Zhe left. Gu Ping was left alone on the wooden stump, murmuring those two phrases that Xiao Heng had conveyed.
"In the Great Dream, who awakens first knows their own life."
Even Gu Ping himself did not realize that his inner energy was continuously rising, unable to return to its previous state. He had unexpectedly broken through, and his external spiritual power had become more solid than before. Although he had not yet reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, at this moment, Gu Ping's strength was likely greater than what he had achieved before reaching that stage.
So it was.
Gu Ping slightly curled his lips in a smile, finally understanding why he had heard those three knocks during his cultivation. Perhaps in the Great Dream, he had foreseen something happening with Jie Donglai, which is why he heard the knocking. It seemed Xiao Zhe must have known about his situation and that it was related to the teachings of the Great Dream; however, he did not know how far those heart techniques could go.
Awakening from his thoughts, Gu Ping hurriedly sought to participate in the Sect Martial Arts Tournament. After just a couple of steps, he suddenly felt a lightness in his body and found himself soaring into the air.
How could this happen?
Clearly, one cannot fly in the air at the Foundation Establishment Stage, and one must rely on spiritual tools to soar. Yet here I am, floating in midair, despite just having established my foundation. Gu Ping was puzzled and felt that it might have something to do with the cultivation method he practiced.
The True Understanding of Tai Xuan could be said to be the most unique cultivation method in this world, and it was also the most suitable for Gu Ping. Besides the Qi Refinement techniques, it elaborated on Yin Tianheng's misunderstandings regarding the Celestial Great Dao. Through these insights, Gu Ping felt as if he were constantly in a state of enlightenment, as if a certain will from Fate was silently aiding him. He believed that this might be related to his master Yin Tianheng's mention of Fortune.
Now, he found himself on a path entirely different from others. Bu Luo had some thoughts about the worldly ethics taught in the academy, but he did not deny that there were errors in his views on governance and national salvation. He felt a disconnect with every individual's sentiments and their understanding of the Great Dao.
However, Gu Ping could never pinpoint where the Great Dao lay. He couldn't even grasp what Minghong meant by the Great Dao. Could it be that the pursuit of the Dao was itself the Great Dao? But what exactly did the Great Dao look like? That question remained unanswered even by Yin Tianheng, who had once lamented that "The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao; the Dao that can be transmitted is not the true Dao; only through personal comprehension can one truly understand."
This might explain why Gu Ping remained stuck at the threshold of Foundation Establishment without breaking through. After all, if he himself was unsure whether he had the strength to explore the Great Dao, how could he take that solid step forward?
Fortunately for Gu Ping, he encountered Xiao Zhangfu and found a good master who reminded him twice about what he truly sought. He had many questions in his heart about what he wanted to achieve and what shortcomings he possessed. This realization awakened Gu Ping and allowed him to take that most difficult first step, embarking on his journey toward the Great Dao.
Bu Luo considered himself merely a Foundation Establishment Period Cultivator and knew better than to be too ostentatious. It was wise to remain low-key. With that thought in mind, Gu Ping took out a Medium-Grade Spirit Tool given to him by Xiao Zhe during his initiation—the Regulation Ruler.
Looking at that ruler, Gu Ping understood that when he first received it as an heirloom from his elder, there had been some hesitation on their part. That was why they gifted him a Regulation Ruler during his apprenticeship ceremony—to remind him to abide by sect rules, practice self-discipline, and reflect on himself while allowing his elder to decide matters for him.
At this moment, Hongwu Peak was bustling with activity. Even Pingyue, who usually secluded herself for cultivation, had come out for some fresh air. Many disciples were eager to see how their peers had progressed and also to assess their own improvements. Thus, most disciples were willing to participate in the Sect Martial Arts Tournament since it was merely a sparring event with little danger involved; losing meant they could always try again next time.
By the time Gu Ping arrived, it was nearly noon, and the first round of eliminations was coming to an end. Bu Luo had seen a significant number of participants; after this round concluded, they would move on to challenge matches in the Arena—this was what everyone looked forward to most. The number of rounds each participant could endure would be recorded in their information jade slips, greatly influencing how elders perceived them in the future. It was truly a moment filled with excitement and attention where everyone became a focal point.
In a hurry, Gu Ping filled out his registration information and saw his name appear on the water screen at Hongwu Peak—he had made it into the first group! He patted his chest in relief; he had arrived just in time.
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