The manager of the Dojo of Limits and the massive transport ship always left him feeling deeply impressed whenever he saw them. Entering through the main gate, Qin Hao, familiar with the way, arrived at Hong's study and pushed the door open.
"Curator," Qin Hao said, looking at Hong in the study.
"Not bad, I didn't expect you to become a Senior War God so quickly. Since you have already graduated, you now have two paths to choose from: one is to stay in Hongning Base City and join the special operations team of the Dojo, and the other is to return to Jiangnan Base City and become an inspector." Hong said slowly, and after speaking, he looked at Qin Hao, waiting for his choice.
"Curator, I want to continue going out for training," Qin Hao said firmly. Neither the special operations team nor the inspector position was what Qin Hao wanted. For him now, the most important thing was to continue improving his strength. Closed-door training could no longer satisfy his growth needs.
"Very well, it's good for young people to go out and explore," Hong didn't say much about Qin Hao's decision. For him, the talent Qin Hao displayed shouldn't stop at Senior War God. To break through and surpass God of War, it couldn't be achieved merely by accumulating resources.
After a brief exchange with Hong and asking some questions about cultivation, Qin Hao left and returned to the Elite Training Camp, heading back to Jiangnan Pavilion.
"Qin Hao, I heard you applied for graduation, is that true?" As soon as he entered Jiangnan Pavilion, Zhao Ruo quickly walked up to Qin Hao and asked.
"That's right, I've already applied for graduation."
"How is the Dojo of Limits arranging it? Will you be in Hongning Base City or Jiangnan Base City?" Shi Jiang, who was nearby, also walked over and asked. He had some understanding of the arrangements for Elite Training Camp students after graduation.
"Neither," Qin Hao didn't hide it and said, "I applied to the Curator to go out for training and will not be taking up a position within the Dojo for now."
Hearing Qin Hao's answer, Shi Jiang, Zhao Ruo, and Luo Feng, the Three God Ancestors, couldn't help but feel surprised. After all, there were rarely exceptions to the Dojo's usual arrangements. Every investment in a martial artist had to yield returns. The investment in each student of the Elite Training Camp was considerable, and taking up positions in various places was the process of getting that return.
Now, Qin Hao had actually become an exception, which showed how much the Dojo of Limits, or rather Hong, valued him.
"Luo Feng, congratulations on officially joining the Elite Training Camp." Qin Hao ignored the three's shock and congratulated Luo Feng instead.
"Thank you, I didn't expect you to leave just as I arrived." Luo Feng's tone was also full of regret. He had thought he was about to catch up to Qin Hao, but he had just entered the camp, and Qin Hao had already graduated.
"I didn't tell my family about my graduation this time. I'll be training outside for a while, so I'll have to trouble you and Shi Jiang to help look after my family," Qin Hao said. When entering the Wilderness Area for training, Qin Hao planned to fully immerse himself in cultivation and comprehend nature. He wasn't sure if he could take care of matters at home.
As a genius from China, Shi Jiang had a certain influence on the government, and Luo Feng was a martial artist of the Dojo of Limits, also living in Mingyue Community, and their relationship was quite good. Their care would relieve him of his worries.
"No problem," Luo Feng and Shi Jiang replied in unison.
After staying at the Elite Training Camp for a day, Qin Hao left directly. Qin Hao did not choose to take a passenger plane but instead walked directly from the Elite Training Camp, beginning his path of cultivation.
After leaving the Elite Training Camp, Qin Hao began to walk on foot, moving at a steady pace through the Wilderness Area. He neither deliberately avoided monsters nor actively sought to fight them; as long as the monsters didn't provoke him, he wouldn't take the initiative to attack.
As he walked, Qin Hao seemed immersed in this training, or perhaps this journey. Like ancient ascetics, he sought enlightenment through arduous practice. He passed through mountains, crossed rivers, traversed forests, and waded through swamps... Qin Hao's steps did not stop.
He even reached the seaside and directly chopped wood to build a boat, drifting on the ocean for a period of time. When he finally returned to land, his location was already at the original site of Qingdao, Shandong.
Stepping onto land once again, Qin Hao continued his journey. He did not choose to enter a base city but continued to experience life in the Wilderness Area. Within a month, Qin Hao's clothes were completely tattered. The clothes he wore now were entirely transformed from the Black Mountain set.
At the foot of Mount Tai, Qin Hao ascended the steps. He walked step by step on the already damaged stairs, heading towards the summit. As a famous mountain of great importance in the hearts of the people of China, Mount Tai boasts many beautiful sceneries, poems, and numerous myths.
In his previous life, Qin Hao had also visited Mount Tai, and the experience of climbing it was somewhat unbearable; his frail body was too tired to walk even before reaching the ticket booth. Mount Tai teaches every stubborn person a lesson, and Qin Hao was one of them.
However, it was different now. With the physical quality of a Senior War God, let alone Mount Tai, he could easily ascend Mount Everest. Yet, for Qin Hao, reaching the summit was not the goal; the process of climbing was more important.
Step by step, he ascended, gazing at the surrounding scenery of Mount Tai: lush vegetation, ancient rocks that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and the sun, moon, and stars that had been constant for eternity. Immersed in nature, he felt the vastness of heaven and earth, and the wonder of creation.
Everything around him seemed to come alive: the vitality of the trees, the profoundness of the rocks, the changes of the sun, moon, and stars...
Immersed in this wondrous sensation, Qin Hao seemed to merge with his surroundings. The profound and mystical feeling brought Qin Hao an unprecedented sense of comfort, and his heart seemed to feel the joy of life.
He reached the summit just at dawn. The first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, and a line of morning light transformed from gray to orange-red. The clouds in the sky, a blend of red and purple, and the vast expanse of rosy clouds merged with the boundless sea of clouds. Golden light radiated in all directions, dyeing the peaks, and a gust of wind blew, causing the sea of clouds to churn, as if a golden dragon was stirring up the rivers and overturning the seas.
"The creation of this world is indeed wondrous," Qin Hao couldn't help but exclaim, looking at the magical scenery before him. This was the power of heaven and earth, the creation of heaven and earth.
As the surroundings changed, Qin Hao felt his perception of the wonder and agility of life become clearer. His long saber involuntarily unsheathed, and he began to dance with it. He didn't exert too much force; it was simply natural, his body constantly striking and retracting with the feeling.
In each strike and form, the sense of power was lost, but a sense of agility and a vibrant vitality were added. The saber, which was primarily for killing and dominance, was wielded by Qin Hao with a different feeling.
"Is this the artistic conception I've comprehended?" As he performed, Qin Hao's mind was constantly pondering. Knowledge about artistic conception continuously surged in his mind, and he gradually confirmed that what he had comprehended was indeed an artistic conception. However, artistic conception was ultimately something that could only be understood intuitively and not expressed in words, and everyone's state varied greatly, so Qin Hao could only slowly comprehend it on his own.