Chapter 1135: Potted Plant Enlightenment

"Mahahaha!"

In Qin Mu's dream, tiny Qin Mus shook their heads, speaking an unintelligible language. They had organized Ling Tianzun's notes, and each had their own insights, so they sat together and began to argue.

Not only did they argue, they also fought. Using the divine arts of Ling Tianzun that each had comprehended, the group of little ones yelled and brawled together.

Each of the tiny Qin Mus had their strengths, but none could fully unleash Ling Tianzun's divine arts. At most, they could only use fragmented pieces.

Yet even so, Qin Mu's dream world was thrown into disarray, with one dream after another shattering.

As one dream shattered, a new one formed, and they remained trapped within Qin Mu's dreams.

Suddenly, one tiny Qin Mu waved a hand, and time seemed to stand still. However, it wasn't time that had stopped, but matter itself; all particles composing matter ceased movement.

It seemed even Qin Mu's dream had frozen.

The numerous tiny Qin Mus were motionless, unable to even move their eyeballs, including the tiny Qin Mu who had cast the divine art of matter stasis.

"It failed."

A grand voice resonated, and Qin Mu awoke from his dream. The dream collapsed, and the tiny Qin Mus dissipated like wisps of smoke.

Qin Mu stretched, poured himself a cup of tea, and many insights from his dream flooded his mind.

As he drank the tea, he organized these insights. He yawned as he set down the cup, and then fell soundly asleep again.

The dream reappeared. Many more tiny Qin Mus peeked out from the dream and then leaped forth.

This time, the tiny Qin Mus in the dream carried the knowledge Qin Mu had organized, understanding the stasis of matter more profoundly than the previous dream's Qin Mus.

The numerous tiny Qin Mus sat together, discussing with serious expressions.

"Mahaha!""Guji!"

Their discussion was very fervent, but during this debate, they developed differing opinions, splitting into many factions.

Each faction couldn't convince the others, so they resorted to war. In the end, the Guji faction defeated the Mahaha faction and the Jigujigu faction, achieving a complete victory. They tied up the poor little fellows and made them kneel in rows.

The leader of the Guji faction, a tiny Qin Mu, raised his arm and cheered loudly, and his followers gathered below. The numerous tiny Qin Mus of the Guji faction joined forces and cast the divine art of matter stasis.

Everything in the dream world froze, but the tiny Qin Mus of the Guji faction could move freely. They couldn't help but beam with joy, showing off to the bound, heretical tiny Qin Mus.

Suddenly, their divine art seemed to undergo an unexpected change; each tiny Qin Mu appeared to grow younger.

The tiny Qin Mus of the Guji faction were puzzled, discussing what had gone wrong, but they watched as everyone grew younger and younger, soon turning into a pile of bare-bottomed toddlers, babbling with serious expressions.

The grand voice resonated again: "This time, it failed again."

Before the voice faded, the dream began to collapse. The bare-bottomed toddlers looked up and cried loudly, and the dream dissipated like smoke.

The tea in the pot had lost its flavor, so Qin Mu brewed another pot. As he drank, he organized his insights and understandings.

He was the foremost expert in creation divine arts in the world today, but even for him, comprehending Ling Tianzun's divine art was fraught with difficulties.

If he were to comprehend it step by step, he would likely make mistakes, just like the little figures in his dream, dying thousands of times.

Fortunately, he had obtained the Limitless Calamity Sutra from Grand Brahma Heavenly King Buddha, which allowed him to enter the Dao through dreams. He could use his dreams for deductions and derivations, searching for the one correct path from countless deaths.

He fell asleep once more. In his dream, the tiny Qin Mus had a deeper knowledge and accumulation than in the previous dream.

However, this time, the tiny Qin Mus in the dream had even more severe disagreements, almost becoming one faction per person, with no one agreeing with anyone else.

They fought until the sky dimmed and the earth darkened. Clearly, Qin Mu in his dream was even more unrestrained and uninhibited; since they couldn't convince each other, they simply destroyed their opponents—a true demonic overlord's style.

And they were a whole nest of demonic overlords.

Qin Mu had no choice but to divide the dreams, preventing them from gathering. However, these little fellows communicated across dreams, still deeming others heretics who must be destroyed.

They even broke through one dream after another to fight together. It was another melee, a chaotic brawl. Suddenly, a tiny Qin Mu unleashed the matter stasis divine art he had comprehended, and everyone visibly aged at a rapid pace.

Soon, a group of Qin Mus, less than a foot tall, with white hair and beards touching the ground, tremblingly fought each other with their canes, raising their canes to strike each other's heads.

Qin Mu awoke again, dispersed the dream, and after organizing his thoughts, persistently entered his dream once more.

Not long after, he awoke again, having failed once more.

The Limitless Calamity Sutra seemed to have encountered an unsolvable problem. The difficulty of Ling Tianzun's matter stasis divine art was not just monstrous; it was simply unsolvable!

If Qin Mu had comprehended it step by step, ten thousand years would have passed by now, and he would have died countless times!

Moreover, each death would have been different and bizarre!

Qin Mu entered his dream again and again, searching for a glimmer of possibility from thousands of errors.

This time, in the dream, a tiny Qin Mu suddenly cast a divine art. A profound, ethereal Dao sound rang out, and mist began to emerge.

The other tiny Qin Mus froze, staring blankly at the scene.

The mist expanded, enveloping them. After a long while, the mist dispersed, leaving only a pile of bleached bones on the ground.

This attempt also failed.

Qin Mu dispersed the dream, but he was both surprised and delighted. He leaped up and paced excitedly, unable to hide his elation.

Although this attempt also failed, it showed him the dawn of victory.

He had touched upon the path of the matter stasis divine art. Although he was only at the very beginning of this path, by continuing to explore and walk forward, he would surely comprehend this divine art!

He leaped out of the potted plant world, stepped outside, and left the room. Outside, he saw green mountains and clear waters, with white clouds drifting leisurely. Dragon Qilin was lying in the shade of a tree, and Yan'er was feeding him mulberries.

Qin Mu was stunned for a moment. Before he entered the potted plant, the mulberries had only just begun to bloom, and it was still early spring.

But now the mulberries were ripe. Hadn't half a year passed?

He looked around, seeing ripe wild fruits covering the mountains and fields, left unpicked.

"I am not the smartest person in the world. If not for the Limitless Calamity Sutra, to comprehend to this point, I'm afraid it would have taken me a hundred thousand years."

Qin Mu took a few breaths of air. The scent of fruit filled the air.

He didn't disturb Yan'er and Dragon Qilin. He returned to his room, re-entered the potted plant, and continued his comprehension.

Dragon Qilin turned his head and looked at the house. He said, "The Cult Master has been inside for a year and a half now and still hasn't come out. Is Ling Tianzun's divine art really that difficult?"

Yan'er's figure had now returned to normal, appearing graceful. As she fed him, she smiled and said, "It's good for Young Master to stay a bit longer. We can enjoy wandering through the mountains and rivers together."

Little Earth Count trudged out of the forest, dragging a huge white rhinoceros. The rhinoceros was unbelievably large, like a small hill, and he had knocked it unconscious.

"Moo," Little Earth Count said with a serious expression.

Yan'er breathed out a stream of fire, roasting the white rhinoceros. The little fellow sat beside the roasted rhinoceros, eating diligently.

In the past year or so, he had learned to take care of himself.