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Chapter One: Traveling Through Time and Space, Gathering Qi at Dawn

In the vast void, a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in feathered robes and a star-studded crown stood with his hands behind his back.

Against the backdrop of the vast void, the countless stars are reduced to mere specks of faint light.

"well!"

The middle-aged Taoist sighed softly. This universe has come to an end, representing an infinite future, with only one outcome remaining—destruction.

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged Taoist priest stretched out his right hand, and a terrifying, dark lotus flower with no fixed shape, as if all things were destined to end, appeared in his hand. The meaning of dead end, severance of the future, and the end of everything spread out.

In the next instant, the starlight that twinkled in the void of the universe was suddenly swallowed by darkness and disappeared without a trace.

Darkness spread rapidly.

At the same time, a cloud about an acre in size, brimming with the holy aura of nourishing all things and benefiting all living beings, which was both like transparent river water and auspicious clouds formed from starlight, flew out from the middle-aged Taoist's Niwan Palace.

When the Dharma-ending Age arrives, a sage will appear.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged Taoist attained sainthood and enlightenment too late.

The dark lotus flew into the auspicious clouds of holy virtue, its black and white colors intertwining and slowly rotating, eventually forming a phantom-like, enormous, and profound Tai Chi diagram.

The sacred virtues and Taoist principles that nourish all things and benefit all living beings, along with the intention to sever ties with the future and end all destruction, permeate the Tai Chi diagram and gradually merge into one.

The middle-aged Taoist priest stood alone in the universe, quietly in the void, with a shimmering river of time flowing beneath his feet.

As far as the eye can see, this long river of time was eventually swallowed by darkness; the future is already predetermined and cannot be changed.

The middle-aged Taoist priest strode towards the "future." Darkness swallowed the universe and the river of time. At the end of that spacetime, in the indescribable "source of darkness," a ray of light representing transcendence and hope flashed by.

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Earth, 2 AM on [Date], Xijing City, Second Hospital.

A pale, sickly boy watched a shooting star fly by outside the window and silently made a wish.

The next day, when the nurse found him, the boy had already passed away.

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As the sun rises, auspicious purple clouds drift from the east.

A handsome boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, stood on the top of a small hill, breathing deeply towards the rising sun in the east.

His breathing was clear, rhythmic, deep, and powerful.

After adjusting his body through breathing exercises, Lin Yi began to meditate.

As the sun rises, its path shines brightly.

A vibrant and uplifting spirit rose within Lin Yi, making him radiate boundless energy, like the rising sun. It swept away all the negative emotions that had accumulated deep within him, such as decadence, aging, and self-abandonment.

This is the fundamental reason why Qi practitioners breathe in the purple aura of the rising sun every day.

A moment later, Lin Yi opened his eyes, stood up, and turned to walk down the mountain.

The hill is lush with vegetation, and the hillside is covered with pine and cypress forests. There is a Taoist temple in the middle of the hill. From a distance, you can see that the temple is covered with moss and exudes an ancient atmosphere.

This Taoist temple is called Dayan Temple. It was built more than ten years ago by a Taoist priest named Lin Zhengyang.

It is said that Lin Zhengyang was enlightened by a Taoist master and was fortunate enough to enter the immortal sect. Unfortunately, he was not blessed enough and had no hope of becoming an immortal. So he returned to his hometown and built this Taoist temple. Lin Yi was an orphan whom he raised from childhood.

Three years ago, Lin Zhengyang passed away. Lin Yi then lived alone in the Taoist temple. Every day he quietly recited the Yellow Court Classic, cultivating his mind and nourishing his spirit. Although he lacked the wealth and glory of the mortal world, he found peace, tranquility, and freedom.

When Lin Yi entered the Taoist temple, he saw a middle-aged man standing at the entrance.

Upon seeing Lin Yi, the middle-aged man immediately stepped forward and asked, "May I ask if you are the recluse Lin?"

"May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings." Lin Yi bowed and said, "It is I."

The middle-aged man took out a letter from his pocket, handed it over with both hands, and said, "This is a letter from President Chen of the Hundred Schools Society in the county, sent on my behalf."

Lin Yi took the letter, checked the sealing wax seal, and found it intact. He immediately nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Please come in and have a cup of tea. I'll write you a reply."

"You're too kind, Layman Lin," the middle-aged man said, following Lin Yi into the Dayan Temple.

After seeing the middle-aged man off, Lin Yi returned to the Taoist temple and opened the letter.

The letter was simple: because the Dayan Temple had been without its abbot for three years, Lin Yi was required to go to the county's Hundred Schools Academy before September of this year to complete the examination and become a qualified Taoist priest.

If Lin Yi is unable to do so, the county will arrange a new abbot for the Dayan Temple.

"The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease," Lin Yi said leisurely, casually tossing the letter onto the table and turning his gaze to the window.

He has three months left.

In the afternoon, Lin Yi sat in the shade, holding a copy of the Tao Te Ching, and quietly read it.

In this world, all Taoist sects venerate the Supreme Taoist Ancestor.

The Dao was born from Heaven and Earth, independent and unchanging, transcending countless eons, and giving birth to all the heavens. It is the origin of all Daos, the ancestor of all immortals, and the teacher of all sages.

The sun moved westward, and the sky gradually darkened.

Lin Yi closed the book in his hand; it was time to cook.

Thanks to Lin Zhengyang, the Dayan Temple still has some foundation, which is the material guarantee that Lin Yi can concentrate on cultivation.