UGB Chapter 446 Life Stone 3! Dead Little Butterfly! The Cycle Never Ends!
Chapter 446 Life Stone 3! Dead Little Butterfly! The Cycle Never Ends!
What shocked Chen Fan even more was that this cycle was not intentional, but rather natural.
Shi San and Xiao Die each performed their duties without even exchanging a word, yet their auras seemed to be drawn together by some invisible rhythm, intertwining, flowing, and complementing each other in the fields.
"The cycle of life and death... the balance of yin and yang..."
Chen Fan muttered to himself, a look of understanding flashing in his eyes.
He brought Shi San and Xiao Die to his side in the first place so that they could comprehend the meaning of life and death.
Shi San is immortal and possesses inexhaustible vitality, representing the ultimate state of "life"! Xiao Die is a restless spirit, shrouded in deathly aura, representing the ultimate state of "death". The coexistence of the two presents an excellent opportunity to comprehend the meaning of life and death.
He had been too busy with other matters in recent days and had not had the chance to observe them properly. Only now, seeing them by chance, did he realize that such a mysterious phenomenon had arisen in these two people.
Without disturbing them, Chen Fan quietly walked to the edge of the field and sat down cross-legged on a blue stone.
He concealed his aura, closed his eyes slightly, but his divine sense slowly spread out like a spider web, enveloping the entire spiritual field.
The movements of Shi San pulling weeds, the posture of Xiao Die tidying up the weeds, the flow of their auras, and even the subtle changes of each spiritual plant were all clearly presented in his divine sense.
As the sun began to set, its rays slanted across the sky.
The scene in the fields gradually changed in Chen Fan's eyes.
It is no longer simple labor, but a picture of life and death intertwined.
Every time Shi San bends down, vitality ripples outwards, seeping into the earth and nourishing all things. That vitality is not simply vigorous, but carries a long-lasting resilience, like the gnarled roots of an old tree, like the stillness of an ancient well—seemingly plain, yet possessing boundless depth.
With each gesture of Xiao Die's hand, deathly energy would sweep across like a veil, gathering and transforming the withered vitality. That deathly energy was not an end, but a return, refining the remaining life force into the most primal nourishment, and re-injecting it into the cycle.
Life is intertwined with death. When Shi San pulls out the weeds, he is actually ending their lives. But this ending makes room in the spirit field, allowing the spirit plants to grow better.
Life emerges from death. The small dish, which handles withered grass, may seem like it's just cleaning up dead things, but this cleaning actually allows the remaining vitality to nourish the land and give birth to new life.
The two seem to be opposites, but in fact they are interdependent.
Chen Fan was so engrossed in watching that the dormant Life and Death Seed in his sea of consciousness began to tremble slightly.
On the surface of the Dao Seed, the originally distinct black and white colors began to slowly merge.
A hint of white shines through the black, and a touch of black seeps into the white; though the change is subtle, it is already different from the past.
"I see……"
Chen Fan's understanding deepened.
In his previous contemplation of the meaning of life and death, he always regarded the two as opposites, pursuing the transformation between life and death and the mutual restraint of yin and yang.
But looking at Shi San and Xiao Die at this moment, I saw a different realm!
Life and death are not opposites, but rather a cycle.
Life need not fear death, nor death need not fear life. The two are one, like the alternation of day and night, like the rotation of the four seasons, flowing naturally, endlessly.
Shi San's longevity is not immortality, but rather a continuous and endless cycle of life.
The ghost of the small dish is not the end of death, but rather the condensation of death energy that does not dissipate, finding its final resting place in the cycle.
This cycle is not deliberately maintained, but rather occurs naturally. Just like this spiritual field, the growth of weeds is life, and the removal of weeds is death, but the removed weeds become nutrients, giving birth to new life!
Between life and death, there is no beginning and no end.
Chen Fan was so engrossed in these insights that he was completely unaware of the passage of time.
The sun sets in the west, and the moon rises high in the sky.
The world within the bowl has no true night, but it shows the cycle of the sun and moon. At this moment, the bright moon hangs in the sky, its clear light shining down, shrouding the spiritual field in a layer of silver gauze.
Shi San had finished his work and was resting on the edge of the field. He took out a water bag from his pocket, drank slowly, and gazed calmly at the distant mountains.
The little dish floated to his side, gently sat down, hugged her knees, and looked up at the moon. The deathly aura surrounding her appeared exceptionally soft under the moonlight, possessing a serene beauty.
The two remained silent, yet their breaths mingled even more intimately.
Shi San drank water very slowly. With each sip, a wisp of life flowed down his throat into his limbs and bones, and then slowly dissipated, merging into his surroundings.
The small dish sat quietly, its deathly aura rising and falling like breath, slowly absorbing the essence of Yin contained in the moonlight, and then exhaling even purer Yin energy.
Life and death, yin and yang, form a perfect balance under the moon.
Under Chen Fan's divine sense, the tremors of his own life and death aura became increasingly obvious.
The black and white colors were no longer distinct, but intertwined into a chaotic gray. That gray was not lifeless, but contained infinite changes, as if it could separate into yin and yang at any moment, and then return to oneness at any moment.
"The cycle of life and death, the balance of yin and yang... this is the true meaning of life and death..."
Chen Fan suddenly felt enlightened.
In his previous cultivation, he always thought about how to control life and death, and how to reverse yin and yang. But now he understands that life and death are not about control, but about going with the flow.
Follow the cycle of heaven and earth, and go with the flow of nature.
Birth is birth, death is death; there is no resistance, no attachment.
Like Shi San, he is immortal, but he has never deliberately pursued immortality; he simply lives naturally.
Like Little Die, she haunted the world, yet never resented death; she simply existed quietly.
This "going with the flow" is the highest realm of the Dao of Life and Death.
Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes.
The gray-white light in his eyes flowed, deeper than ever before. The light was no longer the opposite of black and white, but a blended gray, containing endless variations, as if it could evolve all things.
He looked down at his hands.
The lines on his palm remained the same, but in his eyes, he saw something much deeper!
Every line on your palm is a life trajectory, with a beginning and an end, yet connecting to a new beginning at the end.
The cycle of birth and death continues without beginning or end.
"Quite a harvest..."
Chen Fan murmured to himself, a slight smile appearing on his lips.
This unintentional observation deepened his understanding of the meaning of life and death. Although he didn't make many breakthroughs, he laid a solid foundation, which will surely make his future cultivation twice as effective.
He stood up, dusted off his robes, and looked at Shi San and Xiao Die.
Only then did the two realize that the old eunuch had arrived, and they both turned to look at him at the same time.
Shi San stood up and bowed respectfully: "Master."
The little dish floated up gracefully and gave a gentle curtsy: "Father-in-law, you've come."
Chen Fan squinted and smiled, "Busy."
Shi San smiled innocently: "Master, it's just farming and weeding, nothing special."
Xiao Die said softly, "I'm so bored, I'm tired of reading!"
Chen Fan smiled and nodded, then turned and left.
Once he stepped outside the spirit field's boundaries, he remembered that he still needed to visit Young Master Wang.
Young Master Wang is currently at the Imperial Beast Garden.
Chen Fan initially threw him into the bowl to teach him a lesson and temper his temper, while also having Lao Huang keep an eye on him to prevent any trouble from arising.
I thought I could use this person as a living map when we go out in the future. Who knew he would come in handy so soon!