It is said in Daoist cultivation, the methods of contemplation are strange and varied, each unique.

There is the contemplation of white bones, where the flesh rots and maggots cover the body, removing the heart of terror and forging the fearless intention;

There is the contemplation of the jade maiden, with three thousand maidens at command, endless spring colors, holding a delicate child, remaining untempted, which wipes out desires and lust, maintaining the body of a child.

It is said that before the loss of Dao, true Pure Yang is not in union with others, but in having not the slightest desire, maintaining an innate wholeness from body to soul like a baby...who can achieve this, it's truly difficult."

Bai Qi pondered, not aroused by beauty, already counted as a gentleman.

Desireless and unattached, born with a deep sense of Dao, such individuals are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

"The Contemplation Method of the "Jiao Suppressing Yellow Springs Scripture" is to transform into the turbid flow of the Yellow Springs, surging endlessly, inexhaustibly, washing away all, eternally existing.

Let countless resentful spirits and fierce ghosts cross over and sink, using one's heart to grind away all, maintaining the immovability of the true self."

Bai Qi clicked his tongue, no wonder the Alien Evil Monarch who entrenched himself in the Turbid Tide obtained this scroll of scripture-class Cultivation Technique, yet remained motionless.

Such a method of practice is truly filled with challenges and dangers, beyond words with others.

"The human heart is easily tainted, remaining steadfast is easier said than done."

Bai Qi sincerely lamented, then the corners of his mouth slightly raised:

"Fortunately, I have the Ink Talisman for protection, constantly absorbing insights, ensuring there are no missteps or errors.

A little breakthrough doesn't count as a breakthrough, just absolutely keep going."

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In the next room, Bai Ming sat cross-legged like his brother.

With the nurturing vitality of the Vocabulary Fragment, he crossed the hurdle of Eating Elixir and Avoiding Grain quite easily.

Combined with the external items sent by He Jingfeng, such as Spirit Rice and Spirit Medicines, Bai Ming consumed quite a bit.

Therefore, in his Daoist cultivation, progress was faster than in martial arts.

"The Cultivation Method taught by Lady Willow God, after settling into meditation, is to contemplate a giant tree connecting heaven and earth, seemingly endlessly cast in bronze, with branches, leaves, flowers, fruits, birds, beasts, suspended dragons, divine bells..."

Bai Ming's eyelids drooped, gently covering his eyes, compared to Bai Qi's multi-tasking, constantly contemplating meditative posture.

He was more focused, seemingly engrossed, unaffected by the outside world, like being asleep, his little face flushed with Qi Blood, emitting a healthy red glow.

About the time it takes to burn an incense stick, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze becoming brighter, like a clear stream.

"Still, Ah Di is amazing, able to meditate for several hours, able to go all night without sleep. My accumulation isn't as deep, barely maintaining for an incense stick, then hard to sustain."

The more Bai Ming cultivated, the more he admired Ah Di, also practicing both Dao and martial arts, but even with all his might, he couldn't catch up to one percent.

He somewhat doubted the Sparrow Immortal's firm belief, claiming he possessed talent for cultivation, and not low.

Perhaps staying in the mountains too long, hasn't seen much of the world.

"People like Ah Di are truly innate geniuses with profound Dao nature."

Bai Ming felt exceptionally proud, inhaling the exceedingly rare Cross-Sea Incense, its smoke curling around the room like clouds billowing.

He rested briefly, then closed his eyes again, continuing to meditate.

This time, the great willow tree in his heart swayed, gently brushing Bai Ming's cheeks, guiding him, causing the Divine Soul, which should not have emerged, to suddenly exit his body, slipping into the boundless vast void.

"Ah Di..."

Bai Ming, like someone entering water for the first time and unable to swim, instinctively called for Bai Qi.

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"Huh? Ah Di is calling me?"

Bai Qi suddenly awakened, breaking free from the state of deep meditation.

His brows furrowed, his senses and spirit spreading, penetrating through the walls, faintly glimpsing a flicker of green light unraveling.

His thoughts touched it, being pulled into a doorway-like place, entering the void together with Bai Ming.

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Five hundred miles deep in the mountain path.

The great willow tree, struck by lightning, half scorched black, with thousands of branches dancing in the wind, inexplicably pondered:

"How...are both destined to be of the utmost essence? One apparent, one hidden, dimly unilluminated?"