It was a face covered in dirt, with disheveled hair and a dazed expression.

Suddenly, his face showed a weird distortion, with a deep dimple appearing on his fleshy face, and the corner of his mouth on the left side of his face turned up crazily. At the same time, his two eyes, one squeezed upwards and the other squeezed to the left.

A kind of madness that can be seen even from his face.

"Heaven and earth are unified and coexist with Tao!"

"The Tao returns to Wuji, and nature is content with itself!"

"Tao Zunpan, the sage of Tao, the beginning of Tao, Tao Tao Tao..."

Yang Cang roared almost madly, with a little struggle mixed in his voice.

The so-called madness is actually his rare lucidity, and it is precisely because he resists to the extreme that he becomes mad.

Soon he calmed down again and continued to meditate on the endless Taoism. His cultivation and realm increased bit by bit, and in time he would surely attain Taoism and ascend to heaven.

But for some reason, the closer he gets to enlightenment, the more frightened Yang Cang becomes. Perhaps it’s because the cultivation comes so quickly, and the realization feels so easy that it feels unreal.

It may also be that his own Taoism is being gradually replaced. Even if it is a small spell, he can find a better one from the rubble.

Survival of the fittest is a natural principle, whether it is at the material or spiritual level.

Even if Yang Cang tried his best to restrain himself from using it, every time he used any Tao method, he couldn't help but think of a better Tao method in his heart.

How long has this state of affairs lasted?

One year, two years, three years, or hundreds of years have passed?

I must find a Tao method that is enough to compete with him. The secret book of all things going well that is not passed down by Tianji Pavilion? But the ancient Tao gate has a divination book. Can the Soaring Cloud Secret that can travel thousands of miles in a day? But the ancient Tao gate has shrunk to an inch.

Why should I resist? Isn’t this exactly what I want?

The way of Tao Zun is vast and boundless, and it is the most powerful way in the world. Merely understanding it is enough for me to break through the transformation into a god. In time, I can completely surpass those ancient gods and men.

There are ten gods and men, and I am one of them!

"I am one..."

The twisted muscles on Yang Cang's face calmed down again, and his face became easy-going and calm. His pupils also returned to the center, and the madness and obsession in his eyes quickly dissipated, leaving only ruthlessness and no thoughts.

With each breath and attraction, the power of heaven and earth is mobilized. In an instant, true energy enters the body, and three flowers gather at the top.

Yang Cang felt that he was infinitely close to becoming a god. In his previous life, he could not achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven, but in this life, he could achieve it at his fingertips.

He looked up to the sky and laughed.

"It's done! I've achieved enlightenment! I've achieved enlightenment!"

Just when he was about to enter the realm of Taoism, his eyes were in a daze, and his mind was still turning over all the Taoism methods he knew, and finally settled on a method that could calculate the weather.

When he touched this small method, the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top actually came to a halt.

In the spring of that year, I met a Taoist priest in Qingyi on a spring outing.

The Taoist priest in Qingyi lay half under the shade of the trees on the hillside, looking at himself lazily.

"Little God, your master told me that I have no roots and origins, and am not within the Five Elements. Now you say that I am within the Five Elements. Are you right, or is your master right?"

"If you are bold in the small way, your divination will be better than your master's."

The young fortune teller was full of confidence in his words. If his master was still alive, his butt would have blossomed by now.

The Qingyi Taoist gave a clear laugh and said: "Young people should be energetic. Then I ask again, how do you and I compare?"

The divine fortune teller hesitated slightly, then said: "I am better than the immortal when it comes to divination."

"Oh? How about we compare?"

"I dare not compare with my elders."

"It seems that you are very confident. Let me tell you what the weather is like today."

The Taoist priest in Qingyi counted his fingers and said, "The sky is clear today, so it's a good time for an outing."

"..." The fortune teller looked at the already clear sky and was speechless for a moment.

It's true, but isn't this a lie?

"Immortals have great magical powers."

"Xiao Dao, Xiao Daoer. Today you and I are destined, so I will teach you a Taoist method."

The divine fortune teller received a spell from an immortal and was named Predictive Heavenly Jue. The name sounds domineering, but its actual purpose is to predict the weather.

But this does not prevent the divine fortune teller from touting the Prediction of Heaven to everyone he meets. Most people will be frightened when they hear this name and the fact that it is taught by an immortal.

Yang Cang raised his head slightly and saw a Taoist man in green looming in front of him.

He is unremarkable and has no appearance of mountains and rivers. He always has a gentle smile on his lips, as if he can withstand even if the sky falls.

“The little god predicted that the sky will be clear today, so it’s time for an outing.”

Yang Cang used his last strength, raised his hand tremblingly, and counted with his fingers.

"The sky is clear today, so it's a good time for an outing."

He has predictions about the weather and can predict the weather. Can Dao Zun give it a try?

The ancient Taoist sect had a small method of divination that could also calculate the weather, but it was weaker than the immortal method.

It was obviously just a method for predicting the weather, but it caused Tao Zun's method to fall into an endless cycle, with countless Tao methods like a flood. However, no matter how many times it turned out, it was impossible to come up with a method that was better than Predicting Heaven.

When it comes to predicting the weather, the results of all methods are the same, but there are differences.

Bang!

An inexplicable cracking sound sounded, and in an instant the power of heaven and earth subsided, the three flowers gathered at the top and disappeared, and the way of transforming into gods was like a building collapsing.

And his cultivation also collapsed, falling from the peak of Jindan to the foundation.

Yang Cang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole aura quickly became weak, but his eyes were shining with light, like two blazing fires.

"Old Taoist, I'm alive, hahaha! The ancient Taoist leader? He should be called Tao Lao Er now!"
Chapter completed!