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Every day, she could feel a cold sensation, as if something had approached her without her knowledge. It was the smell of ice and snow.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of the beauties sealed in the ice coffin in the three-legged crow's mouth. She couldn't see her current appearance, and didn't know if she was really as good-looking as the three-legged crow had said she was, or if she was the beloved of that snow wolf.

Could it be that she was just like that? However, this thought was immediately rejected by her without any hesitation. She thought that no adult would like a young girl that wasn't that mature, so they shouldn't think that way.

Time passed day by day. When her heavy soul had somehow become shallow again, she finally started to worry. She kept recalling the words the Three Legged Raven had told her. But somehow, the more she wanted to remember, the more she forgot.

One day, she felt incredibly tired, so tired that it was almost impossible for her soul to stay awake. She wanted to sleep, and didn't want to wake up again to face the shackles of life.

It only took a moment for her to fall asleep. However, the moment she fell asleep, she felt her fingers gradually disappearing. The sudden disappearance of the finger caught her by surprise.

She knew that she had reached her limit. If she didn't get up now, her soul would never be fully replenished, and she herself would be reduced to nothing.

A wave of warm power once again spread from her heart to her entire body. It was soft and gentle, making people nostalgic. She suddenly couldn't bear to suddenly fall asleep and couldn't bear to be accompanied by such warmth.

She woke up again, and just like at the beginning, she quietly stayed in a corner, looking beyond the layers and layers of overlapping peaks, in a corner that could not be seen clearly.

She heard the sound of wind again. The wind was blowing from the south, very gently, and she thought it was probably summer. She wondered if there would be a sea of sunflowers blooming with the wind.

Her thoughts followed the gust of wind, and along the way, the gust passed through the dense green jungle, the blooming warm gardenia, and a stream that could only flow towards the west, the sun's rays gently sprinkling down everywhere it passed. The cool wind blew to a small mountain peak, and that mountain might have made the wind feel awkward, but it still followed the movement of the mountain, slowly crossing the mountain, until it finally passed the peak of the mountain, heading towards the flat wilderness, where the wild grass unconsciously drooped its head, and the cool breeze caressed their backs, heading towards the vast ocean.

Once they entered the sea, this gust of wind was no longer gentle and gentle. Instead, it displayed extraordinary strength on the sea, creating a monstrous wave towards the sea. The ocean beasts were already used to the splashes of the sea wave, and did not roar in pain; instead, they followed the direction of the sea wave and returned to the embrace of the sea.

That wisp of wind was finally done playing. It was as if he could feel her existence. When he met her, he turned into a gentle drizzle and gently sprinkled on her thoughts. It gently followed her all the way, disappearing without a trace.

She withdrew her thoughts in a daze. Something had appeared in her mind, and she felt as if she had understood something.

All things in the world have emotions, and all worlds have the means to survive. Even if it's just a gust of wind or a gust of rain.

Somehow, she felt suddenly enlightened, as if the problem that had been plaguing her for so long had finally been solved.

Every single thing in the world had its reasons for existing. No matter what a person did, they should not recklessly destroy it. Sometimes, giving something a lot more freedom than control could be gained.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something.

A voice kept saying in her head:

The journey of the Grand Dao was endless.

The road was long and narrow, one must first understand the meaning behind it.

Why was it a Dao? Why did he become a Dao?

The affairs of the world were like chess, and the smoke was like the mist.

If it became a great Dao, then the heart would definitely search for it.

If he could master his will, he would definitely be able to step into the Dao.

This path was as clear as water.

The Dao of the Heavens was as free as the wind.

This path, my heart has its own path.

"Ming Zhi?" She grabbed the two words that were important to her in her mind. Only when she was at her most dazed did she have the chance to ponder, "What is her goal?"

Her ambition is... What is it?

She could roughly guess that she was a cultivator when she was alive, but why couldn't she remember why she was still cultivating? However, her greatest ambition right now was to live on, and perhaps her idea was too vulgar, but she still wanted to live on, and live on, and work hard, and see the best scenery in the world, and meet and live on, and work hard, and that was what she insisted on the most.

When she was alive, she must have wanted to live bravely, just like the wind, the grass, and the sea beasts. She wanted to live according to the laws of this world.

This way, this way, this way, this way, this way," she thought she understood.

Buddha says: One flower one world, one tree one floating, one grass one heaven, one leaf one Tathagata, one sand one happy, one pure land, one smile, one dust fate, one thought quiet.

If you want to cultivate it, you must understand the principle of the reincarnation of heaven and earth. Everything in the universe must exist and have its own logic, just like the flowing water of a river. Originally, they were singing and laughing along the way, but if they were suddenly stopped, they must gather together and break through the barrier before it dries up.

If one was to respect and treat the things that one needed, and follow their trajectory, one's mind would be clear and calm like dust. To be meticulous was often the way to truly enter the Dao, and from then on, one would receive the blessing of the Heavenly Dao and ascend step by step.

The corner of the white figure's lips curled up into a quiet smile, and after sorting out what was in his head, he let out a sigh of relief, sensing the aura that was slowly moving in the air with his mind.

She used her Spiritual Sense and sensed a tiny fluctuation of energy. This was probably the Spiritual Energy that cultivators needed.

Her gentle greeting to those lively little things and her calm aura caused the Spiritual Energy in the air to feel even more intimate as they happily approached her. Around her almost transparent fingertips, it seemed as if she had found an interesting toy and drilled into her soul one by one, turning into droplets of water bit by bit.

The smile on White Shadow's face gradually deepened as her slender fingers gradually gathered more and more spirit energy particles. Her originally transparent fingers that were about to disappear gradually recovered. She secretly let out a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her heart.

But in just a split-second, she stiffly touched her own face. Why did her face feel wet and full of saliva?