Chapter 434 - 409: Allow Others to Be Others, and Yourself to Be Yourself

A figure silently appeared beneath the tree on the mountainside!

The appearance of this figure was a huge shock to the Big White Goose.

The Big White Goose jumped to its feet almost instantly. It opened its beak and blew hard at the smoldering twig: WHOOSH, WHOOSH—

The woman in white said, "The fire is out. Why blow on it? Couldn’t you just light it again?"

But just as the woman’s soft words faded, the flame on the twig flared with a *WHOOSH* and finally caught fire!

The flame instantly shot upward, engulfing the entire pile of wood with a ROAR.

The Big White Goose was overjoyed to see that it had actually managed to relight the extinguished firewood just by blowing on it. It immediately turned its head and honked triumphantly at the woman in white beneath the tree.

"HONK HONK HONK!"

"AWNK AWNK AWNK!"

’What do you know? See? The fire’s burning again, isn’t it? It really is!’

Honking, the Big White Goose circled the fire joyfully, occasionally rubbing its body against Song Ciwan.

Song Ciwan just smiled and asked, "Big White Goose, look now. Does Wind still overcome Fire?"

The Big White Goose immediately shook its head like a rattle, honking as it did so, "HONK HONK HONK! AWNK AWNK AWNK!"

’It doesn’t anymore, it doesn’t!’

But this gave rise to a new question for the Big White Goose.

’This Wind... one moment it blows the fire out, the next it fans the flames. So does it overcome Fire or not?’

’Why is this so complicated?’

’It’s so hard to understand, so hard!’

The Big White Goose scampered over to Song Ciwan’s side again. It circled close to her, tilting its head to stare at the woman in white by the broken log with a look that was part assessment, part wariness.

The woman in white possessed a cold yet stunningly beautiful appearance. Her presence deep within the Ten Thousand Great Mountains held a soul-stirring beauty.

The Big White Goose stared at her, and she stared back.

A strange sense of crisis immediately spread through the Big White Goose’s heart. It couldn’t help but spread its wings, shifting from pressing close to Song Ciwan to standing protectively in front of her.

Song Ciwan patted the Big White Goose’s plump back and said slowly, "Water can overcome Fire, but if the water is weak, it will instead be evaporated by the flames. Wind can aid Fire, but if the wind is too strong, the flames cannot withstand it and will likewise be extinguished."

"As you can see, nothing in this world is absolute when it comes to creation and subjugation. Water overflows when full, and too much is as bad as not enough. The Dao of Cultivation is like the Dao of all things. This is true for both Humans and demons. The key lies in control and balance."

"Big White Goose, contemplate this carefully and guide your Demonic Power. When you can control your Demonic Power with such finesse that you can stir up dust with a breeze yet move only a single grain of sand, you will truly understand the essence of Spirit Communication and be able to achieve Core Formation."

For the Big White Goose at this moment, these words were a true guiding light.

Song Ciwan was always like this, able to explain the principles of Cultivation in a vivid yet simple way using only casual words. She wasn’t just seeking the Dao for herself; she was genuinely guiding the Big White Goose in its own search for the Dao.

Before, the Big White Goose had been muddle-headed and hadn’t felt this deeply. But now, after its gradual Enlightenment, it suddenly perceived the wonder of this guidance.

It craned its neck and honked with joy, an indescribable excitement surging in its chest—the pure delight of hearing the Dao.

The woman in white beneath the broken tree was the same. Originally, when she had asked the Big White Goose why it insisted on blowing on the fire instead of just relighting it, her tone had been indifferent.

While this couldn’t be called obvious hostility, there didn’t seem to be any goodwill either.

Song Ciwan neither ignored nor avoided her, instead using the Dharma Transmission Skill to preach the Dao to the Big White Goose right in front of her. As she spoke, a certain principle and meaning spread outwards, like a silent, nourishing rain.

At this moment, the listeners were not just the Big White Goose and the woman in white.

There were also the birds in the trees, the pheasants in the bushes, and a lynx lying low in the distance with its ears pricked up... On the ground beside Song Ciwan, a blade of grass imbued with a hint of Spiritual Qi bowed slightly.

This was Dharma Transmission!

When this skill reached its most profound level, it was said that one’s words could make flowers rain from the heavens and stubborn stones nod in agreement.

At that point, forget speaking reason—even if she were calling a deer a horse and black white, the creatures enveloped by the Dharma Transmission would likely nod in agreement.

Unfortunately, the Dharma Transmission was too difficult to cultivate.

All the Daoist Techniques and other Techniques Song Ciwan had currently grasped had basically reached the realm of Mastery. She could be called a top-tier expert in fine control.

Only her Dharma Transmission Skill was currently just at the Master Level. It was still a long way from the realm of Masterful Skill.

This was because the Cultivation path for Dharma Transmission was rather unique. Experience in it could hardly be gained through painstaking practice alone. Only by repeatedly putting it into practice, by spreading one’s own Dao and dharma to more living beings, could one’s Dharma Transmission clearly improve.

Song Ciwan’s generous and perfectly timed explanation also caused the woman in white to gradually become engrossed, her focus beginning to resemble that of the Big White Goose.

After she finished speaking with the Big White Goose, Song Ciwan turned to her and said, "Fellow Daoist, you just asked why I blew on the fire instead of relighting it. What I want to tell you is that I can blow on the fire, and you can light it."

"In this world, not only do the cycles of creation, subjugation, waxing, and waning change at any moment, but the interplay of principles is also the same. Therefore, there is no standard answer for anything."

"Fellow Daoist, why not allow others to be others, and yourself to be yourself?"

When she said this final sentence, the woman in white, who had worn an indifferent expression, was suddenly stunned.

Her red lips parted slightly as she murmured, "Allow others to be others, and yourself to be yourself? Then... what am I supposed to be?"

At the same time, the Heaven and Earth Scale appeared, and Song Ciwan received a ball of Qi: [Demon Heart, a racially unique Mountain Charm Spirit Monster of the Demon King Stage. The Dream Demon’s clarity, confusion, and conflict, one jin and one tael, can be traded.]

’A Mountain Charm, a Dream Demon!’

’So the woman in white before me is the legendary Dream Demon.’

’A Dream Demon at the Demon King Stage!’

Song Ciwan had once cultivated the Dream-Entering Technique and knew full well how terrifying dream-based Attacks could be.

The most frightening aspect of such a method was that it was difficult to distinguish truth from falsehood, making it hard for one to tell the difference between dream and reality.

So, with a Dream Demon present, was the current Song Ciwan in a dream or in reality?

Could it be that from the moment she stepped into Yanduan Mountain, she had unknowingly walked into the Dream Demon’s dream?

Within Song Ciwan’s body, the Samadhi True Fire burned faintly, and in her Sea of Consciousness, the Divine Eye Opening occurred.

Through this divine sight, the Dream Demon appeared like a wisp of air, standing quietly before Song Ciwan.

But the surrounding space was perfectly clear. It was obvious the Dream Demon had not used any dream-related techniques on Song Ciwan.

The Dream Demon’s expression was a bit dazed. She said, "What I want to do now is tell you that on Yanduan Mountain, all the demons have gathered to ambush and kill you."