Seeking the Tao in the Mortal World Chapter 1171: In the Depths of the Mortal World, No Regrets

From beginning to end, everything became clear.

Familiar mythical creatures, familiar Chinese characters, familiar Buddhist and Daoist sutras… all of it fell like a flurry of snow personally scattered by Qin Yi.

After several rounds of comprehension of the meaning behind this falling snow, it felt as if the characters were being engraved on gold leaf — all of it was cause and effect pulling taut, guiding directly to the spirit platform.

One could say Qin Yi had harbored this vague suspicion long ago.

Ever since he began sketching things to record what he’d seen, some deep part of his subconscious had been waiting for this moment.

There was no single “Dao-fruit”… the Dao-fruit is the unsurpassed, belonging to those born on the path who, in the depths of their embryonic light, catch a guiding thread back to the root of creation.

When Luo Hou originally tried to devour the world’s origin to attain the unsurpassed, the essence was similar — he wanted to experience the process of the world’s coming into being from nothing, to “eat” the genesis experience itself.

But at this moment everyone had experienced that process — not by swallowing it to absorb it, but by performing the creation firsthand.

Thus the idea of the Supreme entered their hearts; that was the Dao.

Perhaps it didn’t yet amount to true Supremacy — their energies hadn’t fully reached that pinnacle, and they would still need a long seclusion to digest it.

But in terms of comprehension, this was definitely beyond what Luo Hou presently claimed as “half-step,” because Luo Hou certainly had not reached this level.

When someday it was fully digested, perhaps one could create a world without relying on the painted realms — creation from nothing.