"Don't worry, I'm choking you."

The old woman looked at Ding Xiaoyi kindly, and Ding Xiaoyi was choked by the rice porridge at this time and coughed for a while.

His cheeks were already flushed with cough, and the old woman gently patted him on the back, and then said gently.

Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but feel a warm current surging from the bottom of his heart, and he had never felt such a cordial comfort.

After coughing violently, Ding Xiaoyi felt a blazing warm current rushing towards his sea of stars.

The blazing warm current turned into a rolling star element and rushed towards his own sea of stars.

There was another violent shock in the sea of stars, and he was shocked to find that a few more stars had lit up.

He looked inwardly at his sea of stars, and he found that the stars in the sea of stars were brighter again.

He looked at the porcelain bowl in amazement, and there was still the rice porridge left in the porcelain bowl, and he had an urge to eat it all.

"Okay, you can rest for a while, and the old man will go and wash this bowl."

The old woman took the porcelain bowl in Ding Xiaoyi's hand, and then walked towards the kitchen.

Ding Xiaoyi looked at the rickety back, but there was an unspeakable bitterness in his heart.

He didn't know why he had such unspeakable bitterness, the old woman was like his family, which made him feel warm.

Then, a drowsiness struck.

His head hung down, and he fell asleep on the table.

In his sleep, Ding Xiaoyi found himself in a mysterious light.

The light seemed to be alive, enveloping him.

The light turned into a mysterious energy surging into his body, and Ding Xiaoyi felt that this light poured into his body, like a warm sun, which made him wrap around in that warm current.

Feeling the warmth brought to him by the light, he couldn't help but be intoxicated and couldn't extricate himself.

I don't know how long it took, Ding Xiaoyi was woken up by that gentle hand again.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the old woman was looking at him with a smile.

"Senpai, am I asleep again?" Ding Xiaoyi asked the old woman embarrassedly.

"It's a blessing to be able to sleep!" The old woman comforted Ding Xiaoyi.

When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he also felt that it made sense, and he nodded unhurriedly.

"I don't know what advice the seniors have for bringing the juniors here?" Ding Xiaoyi remembered that there was still something to do, and he hurriedly asked the old woman.

"Why, are you so busy, sometimes it's too busy to stop and it's a kind of practice." The old woman said to Ding Xiaoyi.

"Actually, I'm not very busy, but I've had too many things lately, and I don't have any clue, so I don't dare to slack off."

Ding Xiaoyi smiled and replied to the old woman.

"You might as well stop, stop yourself, and maybe you will get something good."

The old woman came out of the house, and she sat down on the stone steps of the hut.

Ding Xiaoyi also sat down with the old woman.

He sat next to the old woman on the stone steps in front of the hut.

The little demon beasts in the courtyard saw the old woman sitting outside the door of the house, and they ran towards the old woman one after another.

The fawn stretched out its head and arched in the old woman's arms.

The old woman kindly stroked the fawn, and the fawn left satisfied.

A few more gentle demon beasts came to the old woman's arms, and each of them was gently touched by the old woman.

"Senpai, are you really a demon god?" Ding Xiaoyi suddenly thought of Ding Xiaoyou, and he couldn't help but ask suspiciously.

"Demon gods also have a mortal heart, you see how cute these guys are, if there is no war, no strife, they may also become a peerless demon."

The old woman looked at this group of leisurely demon beasts, and she replied to Ding Xiaoyi faintly.

Ding Xiaoyi heard a little stunned and a little bitter helplessness from the old woman's tone.

Even the demon god felt helplessness and bitterness, which showed that this matter was extremely tricky.

But why did the demon god want to see him, he was just a sword cultivator, and the gap between him and the demon god was like a moat.

He didn't think he was very powerful, he didn't feel that he was the savior, he was just a very stubborn sword cultivator.

"Yes, if there is no invasion and no conspiracy, they should become a peerless demon. We humans are the same, we would live happily without greed."

Ding Xiaoyi also sighed.

"You've gone to the Dwarven Castle?" The old woman asked Ding Yi kindly.

"I went, and entered the memory space created when the two realms collided, that is, the dwarven castle. All the dwarves are dead, there are no more dwarves in the world, and their refining heritage has vanished with their extinction."

Ding Xiaoyi's face was not very good, and he replied to the old woman.

"The rise and fall of every race is inevitable, the gears of time are constantly rolling, and the millstone of time will annihilate everything. Whether it's a human being, a demon race, or a demon race, they will all be wiped out in the mill of time."

The old woman comforted Ding Xiaoyi.

"What is the meaning of practice? Will we stand at the pinnacle of the universe or become the god who looks down on all beings, eternal or immortal?"

Ding Xiaoyi asked the doubt in his heart.

The demon god is the one he has ever met with a truly peerless powerhouse.

And the demon god has no malice towards himself, on the contrary, he also feels an indescribable sense of intimacy.

He didn't mention these questions to anyone who were haunting him, he believed in the demon god, and he believed that this old woman would solve his doubts.

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"The meaning of spiritual practice is not eternal immortality, nor is it immortality and invincibility. The true meaning of cultivation is to constantly break through one's own limits, whether it is a human race or other living beings, the true meaning of cultivation is to break through oneself and break through that limit."

The old woman straightened the messy hair on her forehead, and she explained to Ding Xiaoyi.

"Where is the limit, is there no limit?" Ding Xiaoyi asked curiously.

He thinks that meditation is a long journey, and when you reach a mountain, you think you've reached the top.

And you find that there is a higher mountain in front of you.

There is no end to the cultivation of the memory, the realm of mortal products, then the realm of immortal products, and then the realm of divine products, but he doesn't know what to do after he reaches the realm of divine products.

But he knew that there was one realm after another behind the realm of divine products.

He didn't reach that height, and he naturally didn't touch it.

"Above the realm of divine quality is the realm of holy products, above the realm of holy products is the realm of Tao products, and above the realm of Tao products is the realm of no realm."

The old woman seemed to see Ding Xiaoyi's thoughts, and she explained to Ding Xiaoyi with a chuckle.

"What is the realm of the Boundless?" Ding Xiaoyi's face showed a look of doubt, and he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Boundlessness is borderlessness, that is, seeing all realms as nothingness, and borderlessness means returning to the basics. I can only understand this, and I don't know how to explain it to you. When you reach that level, you'll understand."

The smile on the old woman's face became even stronger, and she explained to Ding Xiaoyi.

When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, there were bursts of turbulence in his heart.

Boundlessness sounds very deep, but it is not easy to achieve boundlessness.

"Who has reached the realm of boundlessness?" Ding Xiaoyi asked curiously.

"We are like ants in front of the boundless power, how can we touch such a peerless powerhouse."

The old woman showed a bitter expression on her face, and she said to Ding Xiaoyi faintly.

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun pierced through the dappled leaves.

The afterglow fell on the hidden wooden door.

Ding Xiaoyi and the woman sat on the steps in front of the wooden house, and the old man chatted without saying a word.

And the little demon beast in the courtyard also stopped chasing.

The atmosphere of tranquility rose spontaneously, and the afterglow of dusk was captured by the wooden door.

The jungle was silent.

Only the breeze blew slowly, and the light of the setting sun sprinkled on the two figures in front of the door, making the two figures clothed with a mysterious halo.

One old and one young, as if the years are changing.

They didn't notice this scene, this scene happened to be seen by the little demon beasts in the courtyard, and their eyes showed curiosity and amazement.

"What you have to do is to abide by your own original intention, no matter what realm you have cultivated, the most important thing is to abide by your original intention."

The old woman said to Ding Xiaoyi again.

After listening to the old woman's words, Ding Xiaoyi felt a wave of sleepiness hit her again.