There was no other way; the root of the problem was that he had spent too little time in Spiritual Cultivation, yet he had made swift progress.
Like Master Bai Lu, who spent many years visiting various mountains and rivers for the sake of a few Mountain and Water Divine Maps, copying their forms.
And yet, his cultivation has not even reached a full year!
"Thank you, Aunt Mu!"
[It's nothing. You must quickly integrate your own Martial Arts and find the path of Martial Arts that belongs solely to you.]
Ji Jingqiu sat cross-legged under a tree, entered a meditative state as instructed by Aunt Mu.
Under a certain guidance, his spirit entered a mysterious state, somewhat resembling the first time he used forbidden knowledge, where his Spirit God in a moment reached an empty and profound place.
Under that guidance, his spirit freely roamed the endless expanse of Heaven and Earth, surveying mountains and great marshes.
Pan Ding's Spirit Realm unfolded at this moment, and under Aunt Mu's guidance, Ji Jingqiu felt as if he had been caged for a long time and had finally returned to nature, utterly unrestrained!
His spirit soared to the eight extremes, and his heart traveled ten thousand fathoms!
With a single thought set aside, all constraints ceased to exist, and his spirit followed the brisk winds, moving through Heaven and Earth.
The strength of Ji Jingqiu's spirit at this moment far exceeded Aunt Mu's expectations.
Ji Jingqiu had not mentioned to her that his Spirit Realm had already reached the Pan Realm!
This was far more shocking than the Heavenly Person's physique or even the embryonic form of the dojo.
After all, there is a path to follow for the Heavenly Person's physique; some civilizations with deep heritage could even help with external forces.
But for Spiritual Cultivation, there had never been a shortcut known.
Especially the Pan Realm, once attained, it's forever secured with no possibility of a fall!
Even those special civilizations in the Great Universe that pursue Spiritual Cultivation alone have never heard of someone attaining the Spirit Plate Realm at such a young age!
[No wonder he was chosen by He, truly a monster...]
Aunt Mu suddenly sensed something unusual.
A gaze from a distant place, carrying a vast will, traversed the endless Void, casting towards this land.
This gaze was majestic and detached, beyond the limits of verbal description, as if holding command over the birth and death of All Phenomena, whether it was the rise and fall of a civilization or the trajectory of a falling leaf, all followed a set path under Its observation.
[Master of All Phenomena? How could it be Him?]
The ancient tree emitted a hazy gleam, erecting a barrier that scattered the gaze coming from afar, then raised another barrier to cleanse all traces of cause and effect.
Jin Lie, who was in communication with a visitor at the Top of the Mountains, grew suddenly solemn.
Turning back, he looked at the God whom the Clan had been worshipping for ten thousand years.
"Mr. Lei, let us discuss this later, I must first handle clan affairs," Jin Lie said with a grave gaze, bidding a temporary farewell and hastily departing.
Lei Yuanting took a deep look at the ancient tree nearby and murmured, "The rumors are true. The Canglang Jin Family really worships a Demigod. If both could be invited to the Top of the Mountains..."
Jin Lie quickly joined with the Clan Elder, both with serious expressions.
Elder Jin shook his head, indicating all was well: "I've already communicated with the Mu God; it's nothing for now."
Only then did Jin Lie breathe a sigh of relief.
Suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly said, "By the way, how are we arranging our upcoming trip to the Ancient Dynasty?"
Elder Jin frowned slightly and replied, "Since Young Master Ji has spoken, naturally we won't go. It would be a wasted trip and a waste of resources. Arrange for the clan's slots for the Ancient Royal City to be exchanged for other resources. Be subtle about it, so as not to be too obvious."
"Understood. No one else will suspect us. Who would believe that someone could enter the Ancient Royal City in advance? Even the organizers don't know!" Jin Lie added, "Also, do we always have to use the title 'Young Master Ji'? It feels a bit awkward."
Elder Jin pondered, "Let's transition to it for now. Calling him our lord directly probably won't get a response. How about Princely Heir? That also sounds a bit strange."
All Phenomena Temple.
Amidst hurried footsteps,
Someone pushed open the heavy, solid wooden door.
Sunlight poured in from the dome onto the cold floor, falling upon the distinguished seats at the back of the door.
The prominent figures basked in the sacred sunlight, faces that in the past had been arrogant, profound, or smiling, now all showing solemnity.
The Archbishop who entered with sharp eyes scanned over those present and said in a deep voice:
"A new divine edict has emerged, the Divine Son of All Phenomena has appeared. According to the Venerable God's decree, find him and bring him back to the Divine Temple, by whatever means necessary."
Under the divine edict, the solemn faces remained unchanged, even as their hearts were already stirred by tumult, the Archbishop could not help but silently admire, these people worthy of being big figures from all corners, were strict masters of facial expression control.
"May I ask, Your Excellency Mars, what position will be reserved for that Divine Son in the temple?" someone asked softly.
This was a question on everyone's mind.
The Divine Son of the Temple...
Could be above ten thousand people, or merely a puppet.
It all depended on the will of God.
The Archbishop softly said, "That will depend on the attitude of the Divine Son."
Someone slightly furrowed their brows.
Why such an ambiguous answer?
It depends on the Divine Son's attitude?
This was an unprecedented divine edict.
Since when did the great Master of All Phenomena need to consider someone else's attitude?
Even the astonishingly talented Divine Son from a thousand years ago had no choice but to bow down or become a puppet.
People exchanged glances, and someone asked again, "So, where shall we look for him? Are there any distinguishing features on the Divine Son?"
"Water Moon, Formless."