Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?!

Chapter 900: Chapter 478: Eighth Life: Training Martial Arts Is Refining the Heart, Only I Cultivation Method! (Part 2)

"People are often easily blinded by illusions. In my opinion, that hemp-robed disciple is not only superior but has ten victories!"

"Ten victories? Has the Elder gone mad?"

Upon hearing this, the other outer disciples couldn’t sit still.

If it weren’t for the Elder’s status, many would have probably cursed him outright.

After all, the gap between the brocade-robed disciple and the hemp-robed disciple is too vast, even an ordinary person could see their strengths and weaknesses.

Not to mention disregarding appearance, temperament, and family background.

The brocade-robed disciple is genuinely at the Ninth Layer of Body Refining Realm, while the hemp-robed disciple has just barely reached the Seventh Layer.

The disparity in power between the two is as clear as day.

Yet, the black-robed elder said the hemp-robed disciple has ten victories. Isn’t this just talking nonsense?

Facing the skeptical eyes of the crowd, the black-robed elder was unhurried and began to explain slowly.

"The essence of the ’Only I Cultivation Method’ lies in its flexibility and diversity, allowing one to dialectically view things from multiple angles."

"For example, a noble child from a humble family while the wealthy often produce playboys; this is the first victory."

"The Ninth Layer of Body Refining has exhausted its potential, while the Seventh Layer holds promise for the future; this is the second victory."

"The rich may squander, the poor seek change; this is the third victory."

"Wealth breeds indulgence, poverty breeds resilience; this is the fourth victory."

"Strength leads to arrogance, weakness to striving for strength; my enemy is strong, I am weak; this is the fifth victory."

"Barren and poor, one can fight with abandon; wealthy and worried, one hesitates; this is the sixth victory."

"Outstanding looks are easily ensnared by beauty; ugly features allow a pure devotion to the path; this is the seventh victory."

"A tree standing out in a forest is easily felled by the wind; humble as an ant, yet capable of transformation; this is the eighth victory."

"Time cuts down geniuses; average talents can achieve greatness late; this is the ninth victory."

"Past failures are not failures; even if you lose ten thousand times, as long as you don’t admit it, it’s as if you’ve never lost; this is the tenth victory!"

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"Have you not heard that heaven never seals off all exits? As long as you want to win, you can certainly find a way."

"This hemp-robed disciple has ten victories and has already won significantly; if he has already won so much more, where is the disadvantage?"

The black-robed elder spoke calmly.

Upon hearing this, the hemp-robed disciple suddenly lifted his head, and the eyes that were previously downcast and timid now burst with unprecedented brilliance.

Always.

He felt inferior because of his background, unable to lift his head among the other outer disciples.

But now, after hearing the black-robed elder’s analysis.

He had already won so much over the other, what was there left to feel inferior about?

"Thank you, Elder, for your guidance."

The hemp-robed disciple had an epiphany, his aura suddenly changed, standing tall and proud, no longer timid and humble as before.

"Was I truly so worthless?"

However, upon hearing these words, the brocade-robed disciple’s face turned extremely pale, as if in an instant his Dao heart shattered, losing all his spiritual support.

It’s important to know he comes from a martial arts family, not only bearing noble status but also possessing handsome looks and exceptional power.

Wherever he went, he was always like the moon surrounded by stars.

But now, in the face of the black-robed elder’s words, all his advantages vanished and he became nothing more than a worthless person!

"Your cultivation is still lacking, as seekers of Dao, we must endure countless hardships to achieve perfection, how can we be easily shaken by others’ words?"

The black-robed elder shook his head and sighed.

"Disciple is foolish, please, Elder, guide me!"

With hands clasped in a fist, the brocade-robed disciple sincerely asked for guidance.

He was already so disheartened, doubting his life, without timely guidance from others, his Dao heart would certainly be blocked, cultivation halted, making it difficult to achieve anything in life.

"What is the ’Only I Cultivation Method’? It means black can be white, and white can be black; whether black or white is determined by oneself."

"In short, all explanatory rights lie with me, everything is dictated by oneself."

The black-robed elder spoke unhurriedly.

Then, changing his tone, he pointed out its drawbacks.

"Of course, this is nothing more than covering one’s ears to steal a bell, deceiving oneself, it’s a minor path only."

"It’s like a beautiful dream, no matter how real, it must eventually have a moment of waking."

The black-robed elder said astonishingly.

Upon hearing his words, the brocade-robed disciple, initially disheartened, was now invigorated, showing a sense of newfound understanding.

The black-robed elder was right.

This kind of unilateral declaration of victory, how is it different from self-hypnosis?

A beautiful dream, no matter how good, will eventually wake.

If your power is inferior to others, then it is indeed inferior to others.

Facts speak louder than words, even if that linen-clad disciple hypnotizes himself ten thousand times, it’s still useless.

Thinking of this,

the brocade-clad disciple let out a long breath, his gaze becoming firm again, as if he had unloaded a great burden, sweeping away the earlier fear and despondency.

On the other hand, the linen-clad disciple who had just regained a bit of self-confidence was now trembling uncontrollably, as if someone had burst a beautiful dream, unwilling to accept this reality for a long time.

He hesitated for a long while, before lifting his pale face, using the last bit of strength to ask.

"Elder, does this mean that the so-called Only I Cultivation Method is a complete lie?"

"Of course not."

The black-robed elder, having lived for hundreds of years, could easily discern the thoughts in the linen-clad disciple’s heart.

"Life is but an autumn for grass and trees; this bustling world is merely a grand dream."

"And this Only I Cultivation Method is just a means to the entry of the Dao."

"As for how to understand the Dao, achieve enlightenment, it depends on your personal chance and creation."

The black-robed elder spoke profoundly, enlightening everyone.

Upon hearing these words, all the Outer Disciples seemed to somewhat understand, feeling as if the black-robed elder was speaking in circles.

It appeared he said a lot, yet seemed to have said nothing.

But Lu Yuan seemed thoughtful, understanding the true meaning the black-robed elder wanted to convey.

Due to the reversed rules in the Supreme Origin Sacred Realm, many things cannot be assessed by common sense.

And this Only I Cultivation Method seems self-deceptive, but in fact, for ordinary disciples, it is a very effective practice method.

The best way to make someone believe a lie is to first deceive oneself with it.

When someone can repeat a lie ten thousand times and firmly believe in it, then they have entered the Dao.

Precisely because of this.

The cultivation talents in this world are often either illiterate like Zhang Yu or eccentric favorites of fate.

Because Zhang Yu’s mind is empty, he only believes in what he chooses to believe.

With an extremely stubborn mindset, it’s impossible for him to accept any opposing views, ignoring facts even when laid out before him, making him a peerless genius for learning the Only I Cultivation Method.

As for the eccentrics, there’s even less to be said.

These people have unique thinking by nature, forever immersed in their own world.

If they were to learn the Only I Cultivation Method, it would instead disrupt their own logical thinking, diminishing their cultivation talent.

"Normal cultivators know the commonsense of Yin and Yang mutual birth, and wouldn’t conduct such acts of absorbing Yang to replenish Yang, performing acts for the world."

"Thus, the most pained are those ordinary disciples, half-asleep and half-awake, struggling in the middle."

"Knowing full well that self-deception is false, yet still forcing themselves to believe it."

"In contrast, the truly born eccentrics can easily achieve heights ordinary cultivators cannot reach with just a slight effort."

Lu Yuan muttered to himself, gaining a deeper understanding of this world’s Idealist Martial Dao.

In some sense.

The Martial Dao in this realm is unrelated to birth, unrelated to bone structure, unrelated to talent, almost unrelated to any external things.

It all relies on the cultivator’s mental state.

The more deranged the spirit, the more they believe in their chosen path, the stronger their power naturally becomes.

For instance, Zhao Tie suddenly gained enlightenment, transforming into an Iron Man, neither eating, drinking, nor sleeping, his power increasing at an astonishing rate.

Of course.

There are also a few cultivators who possess great willpower, diligently studying thousands of volumes of scriptures, ultimately reaching profound enlightenment, successfully realizing their own Dao.

These individuals are willing to pay any price for their Dao.

Even if it means death for enlightenment, they are unhesitant.

In the eyes of the world, they probably seem no different from lunatics or fanatics.

"Elder, this disciple is dull-witted, still unable to grasp the essence of the Only I Cultivation Method."

The linen-clad disciple stood in place deep in thought for a long time, repeating his perceived advantages over and over in his mind.

But he was not one of those peerless talents, ultimately unable to convince himself in a short time.

"It’s normal for you to find it hard to grasp this method all at once since you’ve only just come into contact with it."

"The sages of the sect through the ages have also encountered this issue and have long developed numerous means."

The black-robed elder smiled slightly.

As he spoke,

he reached out his right hand.

And from the storage bag at his waist, he took out a spirit mushroom with a red umbrella and white stem.