Unrivaled Comprehension: From Mortal to Immortal King

A Rain of the Dao?

What was this?

Lin Jiufeng was puzzled. He turned to look outside the window. The sky, once clear and dotted with drifting white clouds, had suddenly darkened. Thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed across the heavens.

"Why is it suddenly raining?" Outside the study, Bai Ling, who had been lying lazily on the ground, stood up, looking around in confusion.

Unlike her, the three young disciples—Wen Xinyun, Zhou Tianzi, and Yue Dashan—were already trembling with excitement. Their eyes were fixed on Lin Jiufeng's study.

"The last few times it rained, it was accompanied by immense spiritual energy. Will it be the same this time?"

"Those times, it was Senior Uncle who guided the spiritual energy down. I wonder if he'll do it again?"

"Of course, he will! Senior Uncle is omnipotent!"

The three of them held Lin Jiufeng in the highest regard, their eyes filled with eager anticipation as they watched the sky, awaiting the arrival of the rain.

Even Bai Yunfei stood atop the Yuhua Sect's Golden Hall, silently hoping for something miraculous to happen.

Boom!

Before long, the sky was completely swallowed by dark clouds. Thick lightning bolts, like serpentine dragons, slithered through the stormy skies, disappearing into the vast sea of darkness.

The wind howled.

Night descended.

The world seemed on the verge of collapse.

This storm was far more intense than any before. It was terrifying, awe-inspiring.

The disciples all held their breath, watching in silence.

Inside the study, Lin Jiufeng stood by the window, observing the changing heavens. He quickly realized what this "Rain of the Dao" meant.

This was not an ordinary rain.

This was the Dao painting itself across the heavens, revealing countless truths of the universe. How much could one comprehend? That depended entirely on the observer's own enlightenment.

"This rain could not have come at a better time." Lin Jiufeng's heart surged with excitement. Without hesitation, he sent a voice transmission across the Yuhua Sect:

"This is a rare opportunity. Devote yourselves fully. How much you gain depends on your own fate."

His words ignited the spirits of everyone.

The three young disciples immediately sat cross-legged under the eaves of the library pavilion, each facing a different direction, preparing to immerse themselves in the Dao Rain.

The little fox, Bai Ling, leaped onto the rooftop, sprawled out on all fours, her gaze locked onto the stormy sky.

In the Golden Hall, Bai Yunfei had already been waiting in reverence, eager to absorb the spiritual energy that would soon descend. If more of these rains fell, the sheer concentration of fresh, powerful energy would undoubtedly help him step into the Ninth Forbidden Realm.

Boom!

At that moment, thunder roared, wind raged, and the first raindrops began to fall.

First, only a few.

Then, as if heaven itself had torn open its floodgates, rain poured down in torrents, blanketing the entire Yuhua Sect and its surroundings.

As the rain fell, Lin Jiufeng casually raised a hand, forming a seal.

Rain Incantation!

Boom!

In an instant, an overwhelming wave of spiritual energy descended, enveloping the Yuhua Sect.

Bai Yunfei and the others instinctively began absorbing the energy, closing their eyes in meditation. None of them noticed that the sky had begun to change.

Seeing this, Lin Jiufeng gently reminded them, "Do not just focus on cultivating. Look up at the sky."

Confused, everyone raised their heads.

And in that moment—

Their hearts trembled.

Bai Yunfei was the first to react, his eyes widening in disbelief. "The Great Dao… it is written across the sky!"

Yes. The Great Dao was right there, painted across the heavens.

The dark clouds were ink.

The lightning, the brushstrokes.

Together, they formed a vast celestial canvas, illustrating the myriad Dao of the universe.

Every principle was vividly laid out. Each second, the canvas shifted, revealing new paths, new understandings.

Bai Yunfei saw his own Dao.

He saw the Dao of the Ninth Forbidden Realm.

He saw the key to his breakthrough.

His breathing quickened, his mind was consumed, and he fell completely into enlightenment.

The same happened to Wen Xinyun, Zhou Tianzi, Yue Dashan, and even the little fox, Bai Ling. They, too, were utterly mesmerized by the Great Dao unfolding before their eyes, unable to look away.

One by one, they sank into enlightenment.

No one even paid attention to the boundless spiritual energy that Lin Jiufeng had summoned down.

Seeing this, Lin Jiufeng smiled.

Then, he, too, turned his full attention to the sky.

The world was a painting. The storm, the lightning, the wind and rain—all of it formed a breathtaking masterpiece.

In Lin Jiufeng's eyes, it was a riot of color, a boundless tapestry of profound truths.

He immersed himself in it.

Meanwhile, behind him, the Chronicles of Time slowly materialized, flipping its pages. The Dao that Lin Jiufeng comprehended was recorded within, mirroring the Dao that painted the sky.

But he did not immediately seek a breakthrough.

Instead, he searched for flaws in the Dao he had previously comprehended.

If the world's Dao was a grand masterpiece, then the Chronicles of Time was his personal scroll, recording his own insights and visions.

Lin Jiufeng compared the two, scrutinizing his past understanding, identifying weaknesses, and refining them—enhancing their power, fortifying his foundation.

Only by perfecting his Dao could he ensure an unshakable path to the Ninth Forbidden Realm.

The pages of the Chronicles of Time continued to turn, carefully refining every trace of Dao he had once understood.

Until, at last, he reached a blank page.

And there—

A new Dao began to emerge.

"The world is but a vast painting, and every being within it plays their role."

"I, too, am a figure in this painting."

"Wen Xinyun, Zhou Tianzi, Yue Dashan, Bai Yunfei, Bai Ling—we are all part of the same canvas."

"The vast multitudes, the endless worlds, all weave together to create this magnificent masterpiece."

"Now, the painting is before me, and I shall inscribe it into the Chronicles of Time."

"This painting shall aid me in my ascension to the Ninth Forbidden Realm."

Thus, on the blank page, a new Dao was born—

Mortal Canvas.

As Lin Jiufeng inscribed his insights, his cultivation surged.

The boundless spiritual energy of the Dao Rain flooded his body, nourishing his strength.

His realm climbed rapidly.

Late Eighth Forbidden Realm.

Peak Eighth Forbidden Realm.

And yet—

As the storm subsided, his breakthrough remained just out of reach.

He had not stepped into the Ninth Forbidden Realm.

But he was not disappointed.

On the contrary, he was content.

This night, he had perfected his foundation, comprehended a new Dao, and ascended to the peak of the Eighth Forbidden Realm. His gains were immeasurable.

"The Ninth Forbidden Realm is within reach. I am in no hurry. Step by step, I will reach it soon enough." Lin Jiufeng murmured, his gaze shifting toward the disciples outside the library pavilion.

Wen Xinyun, Zhou Tianzi, and Yue Dashan—

Their auras trembled.

They were on the verge of a breakthrough.