Cyan Mountain Daoist Temple, beneath the withered tree.
The Dao Fruit Golden Core bearing the [Primordial] quietly floated in the void about a foot in front of Qi Yun. The warm, chaotic multicolored light flowed endlessly, reflecting in his deep eyes.
As he gazed at this Golden Core, countless thoughts and comprehensions regarding the Dao path, Dharma Gates, and the road ahead surged within Qi Yun's heart and spirit. Like the birth and death of stars, they continuously circulated, collided, and clarified.
"What I practice is the [Golden Core Dao Certification Method]..."
He muttered to himself in a low voice. His words were exceptionally clear in the silent mountain breeze, as if he were conversing with the Great Dao.
"Turning the fruit into a core, assimilating the Dao into the body.
"Seeking within one's own heart, and commanding the heavens without.
