"Daojing is the path…But what was the first thing I crossed on that path?"
Li Yuan sat cross-legged beneath an ancient tree,its roots sunken deep into the earth,its branches holding centuries of silence.
Around him, there were no swirling energies,no bursts of light,no intimidating auras.
Yet the air felt different.Still — but alive.Quiet — but deep.As if the world itself was waiting.
"My understanding… has reached something," Li Yuan murmured."A first meaning that emerged when I realized the world is not meant to be controlled… but to be felt."
His hand rose slowly.He did not channel power.He did not activate a technique.He simply… touched the wind.
And in that instant,Li Yuan knew —the wind was walking, not running.The leaf carried by the breeze was searching for earth.The warmth of the morning sun did not burn —it greeted.
"The first realm in Daojing… is the Realm of Ganjing,"he whispered."The Realm… of Sensing."
感境 Ganjing — The Realm of Sensing
Not a realm of strength.Not a realm of technique.But a realm of awareness.
Ganjing is not cultivated with effort.It is entered through stillness.
In Ganjing, one begins to truly feel the world.Not with the mind.Not with Qi.But with understanding.
In the Realm of Ganjing, one can…
Hear the meaning behind sounds.
Feel the presence of things without needing to see them.
Understand the direction of rain without looking to the sky.
Sense the heartbeat of the earth beneath its unmoving surface.
Li Yuan realized then:Cultivators had long sought to conquer.To force.To claim.But in doing so…they had forgotten how to feel.
"They wanted to know everything…But never truly felt anything."A faint, bitter smile passed his lips.
Now he knew.
His strength came not from energy.Not from techniques.Not from lineage or inheritance.
But from meaning.
"When I touch something, I don't just touch its shape.""I touch its time.""I touch its stillness.""I touch its life."
Li Yuan opened his eyes.Only for a moment.
But in that moment—a bird on a branch fell silent.The wind in the valley held its breath.And the tree he leaned on…released a single leaf,as if in greeting.
He had entered it.The first realm of Daojing.
Ganjing — The Realm of Sensing.And the path…had just begun.
"Daojing is the path…But what was the very first thing I stepped into on that path?"
Li Yuan sat cross-legged beneath an ancient, towering tree.There were no swirling energies.No explosions of light.No terrifying aura cloaking the ground.
And yet — the air felt different.Still… but alive.Quiet… yet profound.
As if the world itself was waiting.
"My understanding… has touched something," Li Yuan whispered."A first meaning that emerged when I realized —the world is not meant to be controlled… but to be felt."
His hand rose slowly.He summoned no power.He activated no technique.
He simply… touched the wind.
And in that moment, Li Yuan knew:
The wind was not rushing — it was walking.The drifting leaf was not random — it was seeking the earth.The morning sun did not burn — it greeted.
"The first realm within Daojing… is the Realm of Ganjing," he said softly."The Realm… of Sensing."
Ganjing 感境 — The Realm of Sensing
This is not a realm of power.It is not about techniques or martial brilliance.
Ganjing is a state of awareness —where one begins to truly sense the world.
Not through the mind.Not through energy.But through understanding.
In the Realm of Ganjing, one can:
Hear the meaning behind sound.
Feel the world without seeing it.
Understand the direction of rain… without looking to the sky.
Sense the heartbeat of the earth beneath its still surface.
Li Yuan began to see what had been lost.For generations, cultivators had become consumed with conquering…They had forgotten how to feel.
"They want to know everything…But they never truly feel anything," he said,with a quiet, bitter smile.
Now, he understood.His strength came not from energy,Nor from techniques,Nor from legacy.
But from meaning.
And the first true meaning he reached… was Ganjing:The threshold to becoming one with the world.
"When I touch something,I do not just touch its form.I touch its time.I touch its stillness.I touch its life."
Li Yuan opened his eyes.Just for a moment.
And in that moment—A bird on the branch ceased its song.The wind in the valley held its breath.And the tree behind him…shed a single leaf,as if greeting him.
He had entered it.The first realm of Daojing.
Ganjing.
And the path…had only just begun.
"Daojing is no ordinary path.""Daojing… is meaning."
Those were the words that passed through Li Yuan's mindas he sat in the silence that had become his home.
A year had passed—Without food.Without breath.Without words.
Yet he did not weaken.Instead… he went deeper.
Something within him had changed.Not the body.Not even the soul.But the very essence of his existence.
"If Ganjing is the Realm of Sensing… then what comes after?"
He closed his eyes.But this time, what he saw was not darkness.
Within him—in a depth of awarenessthat transcended both form and time—he felt a space.
A quiet, pure, formless space.
And slowly…
Water appeared.
Earth followed.
The sky unfolded.
Wind began to blow…
None of it came from the outside.It came from within.
"Is this… a world inside me?"
This world was not created by force.Not by spells.Not by energy.
But by understanding.
"I am not creating a world…""I am realizing that the world… was already within me."
Li Yuan opened his eyes—yet nothing around him had changed.
The same tree.The same wind.The same soil.
But within him—something vast had taken form.
"This is not merely consciousness.""This is a world shaped from the meanings I have touched.""I call this… Daojing."
Dao is the path—not one that the feet travel,but one born of comprehension.
Jing is stillness,is awareness,is that which remains when all else changes.
"If other cultivators form their inner worlds from energy…""…then I shape mine from meaning."
In the world within him:
The water he once understood flowed gently, carrying peace.
Trees grew not from roots, but from the meaning of life.
The sky shone—not from light,but from the understanding of both light and darkness.
"Each understanding gives shape to a part of this world.""Each step in Daojing… is the creation of new meaning."
This was the beginning of a boundless world.A world not limited by sky,not bound by qi,not ruled by spiritual energy.
Li Yuan stood.
For the first time in a year,he took a step.
His movement was light—but the world within him shifted with it.
"When I walk, my world expands.""When I understand, my world breathes."
Li Yuan was no longer merely human.He was a creator of meaning—And that meaning… was shaping a world.
And on that day,the sky did not shine brighter.No thunder cracked.No divine signs appeared.
But the natural world seemed to nod—as if quietly acknowledging:
"Someone… has created their own path."
The Path of Daojing.