When a practitioner thinks that everything is meaningless from the bottom of his heart, denies the meaning of his own cultivation and denies his own existence from the bottom of his heart, then the consciousness of this practitioner will naturally dissipate between heaven and earth, leaving an immortal remnant body between heaven and earth, slowly turning into a stubborn stone......

"Why do you practice?" Even if Yun Zhongjun had come to his senses, the torture in the fog still did not stop.

In the mist, those shadowy figures were all revealed—these people were all the appearance of Yun Zhongjun.

"Alas. Looking at these countless 'self', Yun Zhongjun couldn't help but sigh.

He has always believed that since he embarked on the path of cultivation, his desire to seek immortality has been extremely firm, and he has no distracting thoughts at all.

After all, compared to the other cultivators in this heaven and earth, what he knew was too terrifying.

What can I do if I am successful in my cultivation?

In the end, it was not only a struggle to survive under the calamity, tossing and turning among the silk threads of those saints.

If you can't struggle with the mighty calamity, you can only be wiped out in the catastrophe.

Practicing under such a truth, who would not be under pressure?

But Yun Zhongjun is stubbornly practicing under this pressure.

It is precisely because of this that he has always thought that his Dao heart is incomparably mellow and pure.

But it wasn't until this time that he realized that there were still so many distracting thoughts in his body.

The whole fog that lingered around him was all dissolved by the distracting thoughts on his cultivation path.

And the so-called decline of the Dao heart is to resolve these distracting thoughts one by one.

Yun Zhongjun glanced behind him, the bright moon turned by the shadow of the river that day, that is, the bright light that flickered, illuminating his way home, as long as he had a thought, he could get out of this fog and withdraw from this decline of the heart.

But is there such a timid person in the clouds?

"What about all the distractions?"

"Isn't it all me?" Sitting in this fog for I don't know how long, Yun Zhongjun suddenly got up and smiled.

"Come, come, come!"

"When you ask about cultivation, I don't know why I'm practicing. ”

- Why practice, this is a practitioner's path mind.

However, this heart is constantly changing.

When you are weak, you want to be strong, and when you are short-lived, you want to live forever.

With great power, there is more to desire.

To put it mildly, the so-called Dao heart is actually a person's desire.

The desires of living beings are endless, and the Dao heart is also infinite, in this vast fog, the cultivators have countless distracting thoughts, and they want another common Dao heart to command, how can they find a common Dao heart?

If you want to live forever, but when you live forever, you have to be cautious so as not to cause trouble, so that of course, you will not be satisfied with the unbridled thoughts......

If you want to be unscrupulous and unscrupulous, but you are cautious, it will be difficult to complete the ......

And to get through that decay of the mind, we have to erase these distracting thoughts one by one

However, when the thought in the fog moves at will, and when this thought is cut off, there will inevitably be another relative thought that will arise and then block the practitioner's face......

Compared to Yugong moving mountains, this is the endless thoughts of the heart, and it is almost impossible to erase these distracting thoughts!

Yun Zhongjun didn't know how other cultivators who had survived the decline of the Dao Heart had cut off these distracting thoughts and successfully survived the decline of the Dao Heart, but he also had his own way of surviving the decline of the Dao Heart.

These countless thoughts all originate from himself, and every thought, every desire, is himself, and he is not separated from each other, and it is his strength.

In that case, why did he have to erase all these thoughts?

When those shadows in the mist stretched out their hands towards Yun Zhongjun, Yun Zhongjun also stretched out his hand towards them.

"The Tao moves with time, and the mind moves with the heart. ”

If you want an answer to these questions, you are bound to have no answers. ”

"However, if there is really an answer to these questions, I don't mind carrying you to take a look at this answer together!"

For other cultivators, these thoughts are all distracting thoughts that hinder their cultivation, but for Yun Zhongjun, these thoughts are their own strength and their own past.

Why, then, did he deny the existence of these thoughts?

Could it be that he, an immortal golden immortal, still can't accept his past?

"Come, come, come!" Yun Zhongjun's clear voice sounded in the mist.

Then, in this fog, those 'Yun Zhongjun' with blank eyes seemed to be given life by an inexplicable power in these three words of Yun Zhongjun.

In the eyes of every 'Yun Zhongjun', there is a light of wisdom flashing out, and all the memories, all experiences, and all thoughts of Yun Zhongjun are flowing in the minds of these countless 'Yun Zhongjun'.

When Yun Zhongjun stretched out his hand towards these figures, a thick smile appeared on the faces of these countless figures.

Then, the fog that filled the sky cleared.

The countless figures turned into countless Lingling clear thoughts and fell to the ground in an instant, like the endless stars and sand under the heavenly river.

Yun Zhongjun walked slowly through these countless thoughts.

Every time he fell, there were I don't know how many thoughts were integrated into merging with Yun Zhongjun, or rather, Yun Zhongjun himself was integrated into these countless thoughts.

- Yun Zhongjun is Yun Zhongjun, and these countless thoughts are also Yun Zhongjun.

There is no difference between them.

I don't know how long it has been, but at the feet of Yun Zhongjun, countless thoughts have disappeared.

When Yun Zhongjun opened his eyes, the sky and the vast ocean all showed different colors in front of him.

In front of him, he was surrounded by countless transparent swimming fish, which were only half an inch in size, boneless and scaleless.

After Yun Zhongjun woke up, these countless swimming fish were immediately disturbed, and they dissipated between the heavens and the earth with countless streamers.

Yun Zhongjun moved slightly, shaking his clothes.

Obviously, nothing has fallen, but in his senses, he has already shaken off countless dust.

Since his birth, the many ends, the two worlds, and everything for hundreds of thousands of years have emerged in his mind like a horse's eye, and then turned into an incomparably mysterious Taoist rhyme, engraved in his breath, and become an inseparable part of him.

The decline of the Dao heart has passed!

At this moment, Yun Zhongjun only felt that he had entered a state of true unity between heaven and man, and he was completely in tune with this piece of heaven and earth.

Even, he had a feeling that with just one thought, this vast sea would be cut out of this ocean and turned into a world of his own.

"The wind is coming, the rain is coming!"

Yun Zhongjun took a deep breath, so the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi within a radius of tens of thousands of miles moved under his breath.

He didn't use any mana, and he didn't use any supernatural powers.

Just a thought, a word.

Then above the sky, there was a storm and clouds that came and fell into a hearty rainstorm, bringing endless vitality to the tens of thousands of miles of sea, and cleansing away all the filthy gas in this sea.

"Is this the decline of the Dao Heart?" Looking at this scene, Yun Zhongjun was hungry for a moment.

After surviving this failure of the mind, his physical body did not change.

But his soul, his primordial spirit, suddenly strengthened to an incredible point - if the primordial god before him was compared to the mist on a mountain, then he is now a whole ocean.

Whether it is in terms of quality or quantity, or when it comes to Yun Zhongjun's control of the Yuan Shen, I don't know how many times it is before.

Under such a powerful primordial god, although the essence of his mana has not changed, his use and control of mana has reached an incredible level.

The Tao between heaven and earth, the embodiment of that Tao, appeared in front of his eyes from time to time, like a naughty elf to the extreme, and passed away suddenly.

Just when Yun Zhongjun was still comprehending the changes in his body after surviving the decline of the Dao Heart, in his perception, a wisp of invisible qi flashed by.

"Who is peeping?" Yun Zhongjun's eyes sank, just a thought, this heaven and earth vitality with a radius of tens of thousands of miles was already moving at will, with the Tao rules between heaven and earth, turning into countless silk threads, entangled that qi machine.