The Dao Ancestor's preaching of the Dao might have focused on Sword Dao, but he began his sermon from the basics—every stalk of flower, every blade of grass, and every drop of water.
A tiny tree's roots sprouted as it slowly grew, until it bloomed and sprouted fragrant flowers.
Flowing water surged to nourish the myriad things, capable of moving from a state of solid ice to a billowing steam…
The Great Dao was weaved into everything.
Sword Dao manifested itself in every trivial matter.
Qin Yun gradually found himself immersed into the sermon and could not help but beam. He was naturally relaxed as he sat cross-legged to listen.
"Rocks allow the elements to strike at them…" The Dao Ancestor smiled as a scene of a rock being left to the elements appeared. With the passage of time, it was finally, gradually reduced to a part of the land…
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Qin Yun became more and more excited as he listened.
