Aya said, "Since everyone has opened their mouths, can I still refuse?!" Prepare yourself and choose a day to have an apprenticeship ceremony in a few days! ”

When Agmar heard that Ayarkon had taken her as a disciple, she was overjoyed.

After Aya and Agma left, I lay down on the bed.

Soon, I entered the realm of cultivation.

At this time, there is no time. Lying in bed, I am a tree.

I felt that there were countless lines in my body, and all my perceptions merged with these lines. I felt my rings, my pulse, my blood rushing, I felt the vigor of life. These lines traveled along my meridians, pulling the breath within my body. At this time, it seems that I am no longer me, I am the tree, and the tree is me.

At this time, there is no space. Lying in bed, I was a fire, all the burning circulating in my body, all over my body, and I didn't feel the heat. I saw the flames burning, the light of the flames flowing. Little by little, the flames melted me, and then I became a flame, burning with all the flames, rushing and surging with them. I am the fire, and the fire is me.

At this time, lying on the bed, I remembered that Aya and Agma were going to be buried in the ground. I couldn't move under the tight cover of the dirt. But I felt the wind seeping through the dirt that covered me. I think there's something magical about this soil, there's a rhythm that keeps it at the same rate as the human heartbeat. I could hear the melody of the wind oozing from the dirt that covered me, the sparkling waves, the jointing of the plants and trees, and the blooming of flowers. I finally felt the wind oozing from the dirt that covered me blow into my body, flowing in my body, rippling and surging in my body. Then it was calm again. As a result, my body gradually became one with the soil around me.

Lying on the bed, I felt these myriad, unknown metals. The light from my body came into contact with the light of the unknown metal, and all the light melted together. I could see the glowing lines of my body seeping into the myriad shapes of unknown metal, swimming inside the metal and then back into my body. I felt these myriad, unknown metals, I felt their power, I felt their perception.

That's it, I don't know how long it has been. I finally felt the wetness of the water, felt the water seep from my skin into my body, surging through my body. I saw a wave, which seemed to come from outside the sky, and it instantly overwhelmed me. Then, wave after wave poured down on me, all of them warmly surrounding me, like layers of hugging me. I felt the temperature of this wave, I felt the breath of this wave, I felt the breath of this wave, I felt this wave seeping from my pores into my skin, from my skin into my veins, from my veins into the bottom of my heart. I felt my whole being become transparent, all the dirt, all the impurities crackling from my body and mind. I became transparent, undulating with the waves, surging with the waves.

Then, I became a tree again, my pulse was strong, the breath in my body was endless, and I was full of vigorous vitality. At this time, the vigorous vitality traveled along my meridians and pulled me. A flame rose within me. I am no longer a tree, I am already a fire. All the flames flowed through my body, and I melted step by step, little by little, and I became the hottest light, burning and rushing with all the flames. Then I came out of the flames, and I was nirvana. I'm no longer on fire. Now, I am a piece of land. I felt the wind, wisps and layers of wind seeping through the dirt. This clay is magical, this clay has a rhythm that keeps it at the same frequency as the human heartbeat. The wind that seeped out of the dirt flowed through my body, and it was magnificent and surging in my body. Then it calms down again, then it begins to coalesce, and then it begins to dissolve into one. Then I became a mountain, a stone in the belly of the mountain, a metal of all shapes, unknown. I was wrapped in a cloud of light, but there were countless streams of light that wriggled like air currents in my body. All the light melts together. I could see the light wandering away, and then in my body, warm and flowing. I'm no longer metal, I'm soft water. I came from outside the sky, I came from the deepest part of the mountain, I came from the hardest seal. I gathered in that unlit place, where the light shone brightly. I became one wave after another, overwhelming the mountains and seas. Finally I became translucent and extremely peaceful. Gradually, I felt a light that warmly surrounded me. I felt the temperature of the light, the breath of the light, the breath of the light, the transparency of the light, the light seeping from my pores into my skin, from my skin into my veins, from my veins to the bottom of my heart. Then it grows into a seed in my body, which rises from the bottom of my heart, and in an instant it grows at the joints and blossoms. I ceased to be water, I grew into a tree, I grew into a vigorous forest......

When I jumped out of bed, I had completed the process of life repeating itself. I know the growth of all things, and I know the natural cycle of life. At this moment, everything was full of life in my eyes. It's a realm I've never reached. I know that from this moment on, I have transcended everything in the world, even beyond life itself.

I thought of Ah Mei, as long as her body is there, we will no longer be separated by yin and yang. I can already awaken her consciousness, activate her vitality, let life go over and over again, and the endless process of life can naturally circulate in her body, so that she can become a person like me.

At this time, I looked around again.

It is a spacious stone house, and the light in the room is a bit fantastical, and the light is extremely soft. The light shone softly in the room. It is surrounded by neat stone walls, there are no windows in the house, and there is a carved door in and out. The furnishings in the house are simple, a large wooden cabinet against the wall, no tables or chairs. A huge wooden bed takes up most of the room. On one wall hangs an ancient suit of armor and a helmet. On the wall against which the wooden bed rests, a huge painting hangs. A mirror-like lake reflects the abrupt mountains of sixteen strange peaks. It is the mountain of the gods, Bogda.

Everything is so familiar.