Chapter 147
As a special sense of clarity welled up in his heart, a unique willpower slowly took form around Qi Ping’s body.
Roughly two incense sticks of time later, when Qi Ping opened his eyes again, the special artistic conception surrounding him had completely solidified.
“This is… the first layer of the Dao Heart’s Artistic Conception? I’ve comprehended it?”
Faced with this sudden surprise, Qi Ping was momentarily stunned.
This enlightenment had taken him completely by surprise.
Ever since learning about the Dao Heart’s Artistic Conception from Meng Yan, Qi Ping had been constantly attempting and exploring its mysteries.
He had repeatedly reflected on his experiences across two lifetimes, hoping to clarify his own Dao Heart.
He recalled his previous life’s academic journey, starting from a state of ignorant youth—over a decade spent studying all kinds of books—before stepping into society and becoming an ox-and-horse laborer, trapped and unable to control his own fate. Qi Ping disliked that kind of life, yet found it difficult to break free from the constraints of familial bonds, societal norms, and the world’s rules, ultimately becoming an inconspicuous speck among the masses…
In this life, Qi Ping transmigrated to the world of immortal cultivation. On the brink of death from starvation and illness, he was saved by Old Man Zhou. Later, he lived as a bottom-tier rogue cultivator for over five years. Although he lived relatively freely, he deeply felt the hardships of the cultivation path. The limitations of his innate talent and the scarcity of resources destined him to achieve nothing, no matter how hard he cultivated.