Chapter 865 - This Was What a Saint Was

In the self-isolation quiet room.

Ye Qingyu was sitting cross-legged.

As if dead sitting, his eyes were tightly closed, his lips were slightly curled up into a smile, and his brows were drooping to his eyes, all in a natural posture which resembled that of an ice statue. There was no sign of aura, inner yuan, or vitality on his body, and even his usually-ruddy complexion was gradually paling. As time went by, his skin was also gradually becoming gray and wrinkled while his long jet-black hair quietly dullened to an ashen color, giving him the look of a centenarian.

This was an absurd and bizarre feeling, as if the tide of time was frantically whizzing past him such that ten thousand years were going by in a mere instant, during which his heroic appearance rapidly became infirm and old.

"Though the Great Dao is as visible as the blue skies, I'm unable to comprehend it."

There was nothing and no self in Ye Qingyu's heart as these words popped up in his mind once more.

These words were like ten blazing suns shining upon his sea of consciousness and turning it as clear as day.

Using his divine sense, Ye Qingyu read the words in backward order several times.

He gained a different comprehension each time.

After reading them countless times, his divine sense focused upon the word "comprehend".

Subsequently, the Dao sounds...