The Daoist school had only been passed down for nearly a thousand years. However, the inheritance of the Dao discussion had begun since ancient times.
Lao Tzu followed the Tao of heaven and earth, merged with heaven and earth, and combined himself with the Tao. Chuang Tzu was free and unfettered, dreaming of butterflies, and the illusion of reality was destroyed, leaving heaven and earth. In the history of Taoism, no one could surpass these two.
Now, Di Yue had not surpassed these two. However, in essence, Di Yue's status was not inferior to these two.
"Imperial Dao, although I didn't walk very far on the path of Imperial Dao, I've already stepped into the door of Imperial Dao and walked quite a distance.”Di Yue looked at the terrified crowd and spoke slowly.
"Hehe, everyone. According to Huaxia's etiquette, perhaps you should address me as Saint Di Yue.”Di Yue looked at everyone earnestly.
Di Yue didn't start playing the zither immediately after he finished adjusting the strings. Although the aura had already gathered and the world had changed. However, Di Yue was a patient person.
Since these people found it difficult to accept it for a moment. Di Yue gave them some time to recover.
"I didn't expect that Ying Zheng's son would be so powerful. He had actually become a Saint. How sad is the world!" Yan Dan was the first to recover his senses.
Hearing Yan Dan's words, Di Yue shook his head indifferently. "It's the survivors of the six dynasties who are sad, not the world.”
"Although you have stepped into the Imperial Dao Realm, you don't have the ideals and breadth of mind of a Saint.”Perhaps because he was about to die, Yan Dan calmed down very quickly.
Hearing Yan Dan's words, Di Yue looked up at Yan Dan. He did not expect Yan Dan to say such a thing. Di Yue suddenly understood why his father had an old friend like Yan Dan.
Yan Dan was indeed extraordinary.
"No, you're wrong. Anyone who could step into the Saint Realm, be it a quasi-Saint or a Saint. They all had an extremely deep understanding of a certain Dao, or rather, they had a complete understanding.”
Di Yue shook his head. After all, Di Yue's horizons were still too narrow compared to his realm.
"May I ask young master, in the Realm of Imperial Dao, which Dao do you control?”At this time, Zhang Liang did not care about his identity and directly asked what he was thinking.
"Imperial Dao, it is Imperial Dao." Di Yue glanced at Zhang Liang.
"But Young Master, didn't Daoists say that there are three great Daos?"
"Imperial Dao is Imperial Dao."
Di Yue interrupted Zhang Liang and spoke again. Di Yue did not want to say anything more about his own realm. There were only two kinds of people who could understand.
One was those who had already stepped into the same realm, and the other was those who were already qualified to enter.
Although Zhang Liang was known as the Sage of Scheming for thousands of years…Di Yue didn't know if Zhang Liang would understand in the future. Zhang Liang would not understand.
"Today, I'm here to attend the funeral. Yan Dan, in the name of a saint, I will bury you. You can be considered lucky." Di Yue said to Yan Dan.
Di Yue closed his eyes before Yan Dan could reply.
"Clang ~"
Di Yue plucked the zither for the first time.
The world was quiet, and a gloomy aura swept through the entire Mohist City of Traps. However, in this silence, everyone felt the world tremble.
It was as if this sound was like a chain that wanted to lock down the world. Heaven and earth were struggling.
"Clang ~"
"Clang ~"
When Di Yue's song was played continuously. The world that was struggling in silence seemed to have calmed down.
At this moment, Yan Dan's eyes seemed to become puzzled. Unknowingly, Yan Dan recalled his life. He recalled everything about himself.
Then, Yan Dan saw the end of himself. A pressure from heaven and earth descended on his body.
"The Great Dao is merciless."
Yan Dan's figure slowly turned illusory like Di Yue.
Not only Yan Dan, but everyone present. Other than Zhang Han, everyone else's bodies, including Mi Qingyi's, were both real and illusory. It was as if he was about to disappear from the world.
Zhang Han looked at the changes in his surroundings in fear. He looked at his surroundings and Di Yue who was sitting cross-legged, not knowing what to do.
Outside the Mohist City of Traps, Yueshen and the others saw the same change in the Mohist and Qin soldiers.
"Whoosh ~"
Yueshen and Great Si Ming sensed danger at once. In an instant, the two of them retreated a thousand meters and continued to retreat.
Meng Tian looked at Yueshen and Shaosi Ming, who had suddenly retreated from her side. She also felt that she shouldn't stay here any longer.
However, Meng Tian's speed was not that fast. Furthermore, there were a large number of Qin soldiers below.
Therefore, when Meng Tian wanted to retreat, she realized that she was already entangled by an inexplicable aura and could not escape.
Just as Meng Tian was about to break free, she suddenly realized that this aura had only circled around her for a moment before it suddenly emitted a gentle feeling.
Meng Tian realized that her body did not turn illusory like the Mo Family disciples below.
......
Di Yue did not care about all the changes. He continued to close his eyes and play his own song.
Between heaven and earth, wisps of aura continuously emerged from the void. Then, it entered the bodies of the people present, the entire City of Traps, and the forest outside the City of Traps.
Apart from Di Yue, Zhang Han, Meng Tian, and a few Great Qin soldiers. Everyone, no, to be precise, all living beings were sucked into their bodies by the wisps of aura that appeared in the void, becoming both real and illusory.
Yan Dan saw his own life in this illusion. He felt the pressure of heaven and earth, as if time was so orderly.
"Hah!"
All of a sudden, Yan Dan moved his body between reality and illusion, as if he was using everything he had to slash the black eyebrow in his hand at Di Yue.
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