The Heavenly Dao is devoid of emotions yet it nurtures all things. The heart of a Saint forgets emotion and thus communicates with the profound and reaches the truth. Emotions are threads that bind the spirit, dust that disrupts the mind; if clung to, obstacles are born; forget, and one enters the Dao.
The first sword upon reaching the shore!
First, slay the one in your heart!
Lady Jade Face seemed to awaken suddenly, hesitating no more, swinging her sword directly to cut off the threads of emotion the young man's image left in her heart.
Upon their first meeting, the young man was fearless and sharp-tongued, making her love and hate him—a physiological fondness. In the manor, the young man's unparalleled talent, open-heartedness, and generosity, unlike ordinary people, made one admire and harbor affection—this was emotional attachment. In the Grotto Heaven Blessed Land, the youth was like a Heavenly God Descending, blocking the Five Thunder Palms with his body, further giving her a sense of lifelong reliance—thus the threads of emotion had been planted.
The Treatise on Forgetting Emotions of the Supreme.
Wield the sword to cut emotional threads!
Lady Jade Face gathered her essence, spirit, and energy, using her heart as a sword to cut all the young man's illusions and sever countless threads of emotion. From being captivated, initiating desire, to admiration, like finding a fundamental reliance, the Dao she pursued could absolutely depend on no one.
In the red dust, temper the heart, using the world as a furnace, oneself as an instrument, without resorting to external objects, cutting off all delusional thoughts.
The appearance of emotion.
First as physiological instinct, second as emotional attachment.
The water reflects the moon yet leaves no trace, the wind passes through the bamboo with no mark.
Emotions passing and not dwelling; love, hatred, choices made without attachment.
The heart calm as a cold pond, reflecting all conditions, the spirit like a great void, birthing not a single thought.
A tear slowly slid down.
All of Lady Jade Face's demon aura dissipated, profound yin transformed into ultimate yin, True Qi and mana merged into one, breaking through to the Dao Entrance Realm, condensing True Yuan within her body.
These emotions were severed, hence they were illusions, why cling to them?
"That's more like it!"
"Not wasting my efforts at all."
Duncan's consciousness was above the Dimension Space, leveraging the mental resonance as Lady Jade Face breaks through to the Dao Entrance Realm, he was also seeking a chance for his own breakthrough. His consciousness gradually quieted, seeking great joy and freedom in true void and existence, breaking free from all inherent bindings of the human form.
—— True Void and Existence (Great Joy and Freedom).
The moment for Duncan to break through to the Dao Entrance Realm was also here, yet for some unknown reason, though he clearly sensed a shred of the realm of great joy and freedom, he couldn't break through.
His internal True Qi, evil energy, and mana gradually merged into one, strand by strand of True Yuan gathering within.
This was something only achievable in the Dao Entrance Realm.
He already possessed the cultivation of the Dao Entrance Realm.
But he still couldn't cross that threshold, even though he had refined True Yuan, possessing the power of the Dao Entrance Realm, yet he couldn't truly enter the Dao.
"What is going on?"
Duncan's consciousness returned to the Human Form, and at some unknown point, Lady Jade Face's figure drifted away.
Forget emotions to enter the Dao, everything past like clouds and smoke.
The emotional threads she tied must be cut by herself.
Illusions sprouted.
Clearly relying on numerous techniques to gain insight into a shred of great joy and freedom's mystery, yet upon Duncan's consciousness return, he immediately fell into endless illusions.
.........
The world was spinning dizzyingly.
Duncan seemed to smell a faint scent of blood and the stench of manure like that of cow dung; he slowly opened his eyes, seeing a Manure Fork in his hand, hearing the distant sounds of slaughter and wailing, an unprecedented sense of weakness overwhelmed his heart.
The smell of cow dung filled his nostrils.
Duncan's brain buzzed, his right face felt like it had taken a heavy punch, his cheek swollen, and a tang of blood was in his mouth.
This was the place where everything began.
The starting point of the dream.
A haystack, cow dung, a Manure Fork, and a group of imperial deserters like wolves and tigers; it was the weakest moment in history for him.
This time, he had no cheats, nor the God perspective of Dimension Space.
After an unknown amount of time.
Duncan's breakthrough halted abruptly, a strand of blood oozed out, he relied on combat experience to slaughter all the deserters, yet somehow, he still couldn't enter the Dao.
—— The True Self Heart Demon.
—— A Test in the Mundane World (Bloody Mark).
Duncan already had the cultivation of the Dao Entrance Realm, capable of training all the way to shattering the void and Ascension, but he still couldn't truly break through.
No outer heart demons dared approach him.
And the only one who dared approach him was himself.
The authority of Dimension Space was too high.
Only he himself had the qualification to become his own heart demon; this world's limitations couldn't stop his breakthrough, but to enter the Dao, he must transcend himself.