Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 935 - 931: Enlightenment

The night gradually deepened, and even the earlier chorus of insects had quieted down.

Only the gentle breeze of the open fields brushed through the wheat fields, carrying the distinct moist scent of spring and enveloping the green fragrance of the young wheat seedlings, spreading it throughout the night.

The sky resembled silk dyed with ink, studded with stars like shards of diamonds. The Milky Way lay softly across, enshrouding the entire wheat field in a haze of silver glow.

The transparent dome of the space capsule reflected the starry sky, resembling a piece of glass inlaid with starlight. Inside the cabin, the even breaths of Ruan Hongzhuang and Taozi formed a gentle response to the silence outside.

Shen Siyuan gently lifted the thin blanket off him and quietly got up.

As he opened the cabin door, the evening breeze, cool and refreshing, hit him in the face. He took a deep breath, filling his chest with the freshness of the wheat fields.

With a slight spring of his foot, his figure floated up like willow catkins, landing steadily on the transparent top of the space capsule.

The material of the dome was sturdy yet light, and he stepped on it without making a sound, as if he had integrated into the night itself.

He walked to the middle of the dome, sat cross-legged, and looked up at the night sky.

The stars twinkled, and occasionally a meteor streaked by with a fleeting trail, vanishing in an instant but leaving a brilliant mark in the darkness.

Moments later, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the endless wheat field before him.

The dark green wheat seedlings formed a continuous blanket in the night, like an endless green carpet.

And the "waves of wheat" rippling forward were not stirred by the wind, but by Dou Dou, guiding the Yin Wind, skimming over the tips of the wheat stalks and creating the undulating waves.

The green wheat seedlings on the land seemed like a green dress on her body, and the waves of wheat were merely the hem of her skirt she lifted.

"Come over here."

Shen Siyuan beckoned to the air above the wheat field.

A light blue Yin Wind swiftly passed over the wheat seedlings, carrying with it the crisp sound of laughter.

She seemed not to hear Shen Siyuan’s words, still chasing after a particularly noticeable firefly, her small figure weaving in and out among the wheat seedlings.

It was only the end of March and the beginning of April, yet fireflies had already appeared; this was rare indeed.

Shen Siyuan’s Divine Sense moved slightly, and Dou Dou’s body, dancing in the air, involuntarily floated toward the dome’s top.

Seeing the firefly vanish completely from view, her small mouth pursed in a manner that looked as though it could hang an oil pot.

"Potato, what are you doing?"

Dou Dou, with an innocent face, rubbed her hands, looked up at Shen Siyuan, with eyes still filled with the grievance of not catching the firefly.

Shen Siyuan raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you wandering around outside at night, instead of sleeping?"

Dou Dou immediately straightened her little body, placing her hands on her hips, and confidently retorted, "I used to be a ghost, I didn’t have to sleep! Now that I’m a ghost god, I can choose whether or not to sleep! Besides..."

She stretched out her chubby finger, pointing at Shen Siyuan’s nose, eyes full of triumph at catching him red-handed.

"You didn’t sleep either, wandering around on the dome! You’ve got some nerve to scold me!"

Amused by her childish demeanor, Shen Siyuan reached out, grabbed her wrist, and gently pulled her onto his lap.

His palm lightly patted her soft little bottom twice, not with enough force for Dou Dou to feel any pain.

"I came out here for serious matters, and you? Just out chasing bugs?"

In fact, it’s hardly surprising; children never want to get up once they fall asleep and don’t want to sleep once they’re up.

Dou Dou, lying on Shen Siyuan’s lap, squirmed in dissatisfaction and raised her little head toward the wheat field, pointing again.

"What about Duoduo and Sister Xiao Yue? They went out wandering too! Why aren’t you saying anything to them!"

They snuck out too?

Because Tang Tang and her mom were sleeping in the RV.

And the three of them, playing with Tang Tang, naturally stayed in the RV.

But little did they expect, once Tang Tang fell asleep, all three sneaked out, then wandered across the vast wheat field.

Just then, Dou Dou, lying on his lap, struggled to get up because that firefly had returned.

Shen Siyuan didn’t stop her, releasing her, and she immediately turned into a wisp of Yin Wind, chasing after the firefly.

It’s hard to understand her; she obviously already has a Netherworld Fire Firefly on her, so why is she so keen on chasing an ordinary firefly?

Ignoring her, Shen Siyuan looked back up at the starry sky, immersing his mind into it, gradually merging with the night.

Earlier, while comprehending the Thunder Skill, he focused on the powerful thunder force between heaven and earth, but now, he tried to let go of the obsession with "power" and feel the subtlest pulses of life.

The roots of each wheat seedling quietly stretched within the soil, absorbing the night dew and nutrients from the earth; though the tender tips of the wheat bowed under the night, they still carried the tenacity to grow upwards.

Even the earthworms in the soil and the aphids on the wheat stalks maintain the cycle of life in their way.

This is the true essence of the growth of all things, neither hasty nor slow, flowing naturally.

During daylight, they embrace the sun, growing vigorously, expanding their vitality.

When night falls, they gather their breath, accumulating strength in silence, waiting for the next dawn.

No forced urgency, no fierce competition, only following the rhythm given by heaven and earth,

silently completing the cycle of life. Shen Siyuan felt a subtle stir in his heart, recalling the celestial phenomenon triggered by the Bichon in Tang Tang’s dream.

Seemingly spontaneous actions hide a natural authenticity, just like the wheat field before him, seemingly tranquil, yet holding the vitality of continuous life.

Suddenly, he remembered his past cultivation with the "Sun Observation Method."

It’s a cultivation technique aligning with the sunrise and the rising yang energy, using my heart to reflect the heart of heaven. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

But now, in the starry night wilderness, feeling the tranquility of all things gathering, a thought suddenly rose in his mind.

The world has yin and yang, day and night alternate. Since there’s a cultivation method that aligns with daylight, why couldn’t there be one that fits the night?

His Divine Sense extended again, this time not focusing on the vitality of the wheat but turning to the night itself.

Though weak, starlight can penetrate the darkness. The flow of the evening breeze, though slow, can carry away the heat of the day.

Even the distant sleeping village sheds the noise of the day, returning to the most natural tranquility in the night.

This is the nature of the night: embracing, gathering, stillness, yet not a dead silence, but nurturing new "life" in "extinction."

Shen Siyuan tried to mobilize the thin mana within him, no longer igniting a blazing light as before, but letting it gradually settle like the night spreading over the land.

The mana imbued with the "Sun Observation Method" gradually lost its dazzling golden glow, transforming into wisps of dark ink-colored airflow, slowly circulating within him.

In the past, when performing the "Sun Observation Method," his qi and blood surged like the rising sun.

But now, the dark ink airflow was like calm deep water, silent and still, yet carrying a weight that embraced all.

"So this is it..."

Shen Siyuan opened his eyes, a glimmer of understanding flashing through them.

The night is not the counterpart of day, and extinction is not the end of vitality.

The "Sun Observation Method" seeks "manifestation," the externalization of vitality.

But this new cultivation technique pursues "concealment," the inward retraction and sedimentation of power.

Like the wheat field growing in the day, accumulating in the night, the two states complement each other, forming a complete cycle of life.