Chapter 118: Enlightenment of Nature
Ye Fan carried little Nannan and took Zhang Wenchang to continue wandering around Zhuofeng, letting him get familiar with everything here.

After Zhang Wenchang had enough understanding of the surrounding environment, Ye Fan raised a glass with him and the two began to talk about the past. They chatted for a long time.

"What, Elder Ma Yun passed away?" He received such news on Zhuofeng Mountain. No wonder Zhang Wenchang had fallen to such a state.

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Zhuofeng, as its name suggests, has no breathtakingly magnificent scenery, no awe-inspiring majestic momentum, and no such legendary fairy-like roots.

It is like a forgotten barren mountain, so plain that it almost has a desolate atmosphere.

Vines entangled the old trees, a few crows cried hoarsely on the branches, and the bloody sunset shone down, dyeing the whole world into a dim twilight. This place was far from the image of the main peak of the immortal gate in people's minds.

Zixia held a clumsy bow and walked on the top of the clumsy peak, where there were broken walls, endless rubble, overgrown weeds and thorns everywhere.

Zixia, holding a clumsy bow, wandered alone on this clumsy peak.

Her footsteps jumped among the broken walls, and each step was on the dust of the road. The rubble piled up like a mountain, the weeds grew thickly, and the thorns were all over the ground, all of which told the traces left by the years.

Zixia's "field" always permeates around her, spreading out like invisible wings. As she leisurely wanders above her peak, the "field" gradually spreads until it envelops the entire peak.

The clumsy bow in her hand was simple and heavy. She gently touched the tip of the bow to the ground. Suddenly, a subtle force rose from the ground, as if it touched the pulse of the earth and stirred up circles of invisible ripples. These ripples spread in the air and intertwined with Zixia's "field".

The mountain and the bow are one, and Zixia is also one with Zhuofeng.

In a seemingly ordinary corner of Zhuofeng, Li Ruoyu sat quietly like a fossil, his eyes closed, as if he had merged into the silence of the mountains. Finally, he slowly opened his eyes, with a deep gleam in his eyes: "This girl's talent is rare in the world. She really understands this mountain..."

At this moment, the top of the Zhuofeng suddenly changed. A mysterious void appeared out of nowhere, so quiet that it seemed to swallow up all sounds. In this void, the grass and trees seemed to have life. They grew from the barren land, with lush green leaves and vitality; then they quickly withered, withered branches and leaves, and returned to the dust.

The void on the mountain top is deep and vast, as if an independent world is slowly evolving. Invisible "Tao" and "Li" are intertwined in it, and they constitute the laws of the operation of this world, allowing all things to grow and wither, repeating over and over again, endlessly.

At first, the void was full of flowers and green leaves, full of vitality; in the end, they withered and died one by one, returning to their most authentic state. All of this seemed to be showing Zixia the mysteries and laws of nature.

The Tao diagram was born naturally and evolved naturally. Zixia finally opened the scripture of Zhuofeng.

Zhang Wenchang and Ye Fan, who were talking, suddenly stopped the conversation. They looked up at the top of the mountain at the same time, and their eyes were deeply attracted by the strange scene that appeared there.

"Ye Fan, this... what's going on?" Zhang Wenchang asked with some stuttering.

"It's so beautiful!" The little girl opened her mouth innocently, pointing her finger at the void, with surprise and joy flashing in her eyes.

"Here you go." He took out a Bodhi seed from his arms and handed it to Zhang Wenchang.

“Sit cross-legged with a calm mind and feel the flow of natural force. Great success seems like incompleteness, great fullness seems like rushing, great skill seems like clumsiness…” Ye Fan tried to guide Zhang Wenchang into the Tao from this.

At this moment, Zixia seemed to understand the natural mysteries of the world, and her eyes sparkled with wisdom and insight. The "lines" and "Tao patterns" she saw were actually the invisible rules and order between heaven and earth, which formed the basis for the birth and death of all things in the universe.

Everything has a life cycle, from growth to decay, and then back to dust. This is a natural cycle. Zixia could feel the evolution of this eternal law. She understood that although the external form of everything would change, its essence and root would remain the same. When Zixia's fingers gently touched it, she seemed to touch the fluctuations of these "Dao patterns", causing strange phenomena in the world. This power was so strong that the entire Taixuan Sect could sense this abnormal power.

The strong men on the main peak were attracted by this strange sight. They all looked towards Zhuo Peak, wanting to explore what had happened there and why the inheritance of Zhuo Peak reappeared again. The frequency was a bit fast!

Soon after, the headmaster of Taixuan Sect, the great elders, and the famous people who lived in seclusion in the depths of the mountains also appeared one after another. They floated above the clouds, overlooking the entire Zhuofeng, wanting to find out what was going on.

Young disciples also came from all directions, eager to comprehend the inheritance of Zhuofeng. They knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if they could comprehend something from it, their cultivation would be greatly improved.

"Isn't that Li Xiaoman?" Zhang Wenchang was surprised, pointing at a woman in white flying in the sky in the distance.

Ye Fan nodded and said nothing. He naturally knew that Li Xiaoman was Xingfeng's disciple, but he had no intention of saying hello.

"Junior sister, that person is your old friend - Ye Fan!"

"That's right, it's the Saint Body that's causing all the commotion right now. I never thought that he used to be in our Taixuan Sect, but now he's causing such a big stir!"

"The Holy Body is here, maybe the Princess of the Jiang family is here too!"

Upon hearing this, a strange look flashed in Li Xiaoman's eyes.

"Senior Brother Hua is extremely talented and likes to discuss scriptures and doctrines with others. This time, he invited the young king of Zhongzhou and several geniuses. If they knew that the Holy Body and Princess Jiang were here, they would definitely invite them."

Beside Li Xiaoman, three women stopped and one of them suggested, "How about I go and inform Senior Brother Yunfei?"

"No need, Senior Brother Yunfei and the others are here too." Another person interrupted her, and everyone's eyes turned to the group of people gradually approaching from the distance.

In the distance, a blue light flickered, and a man in blue came over like a banished immortal. He had a noble temperament and was extremely smart, more elegant and refined than a woman. It was Hua Yunfei.

Beside Hua Yunfei was a graceful and beautiful woman, none other than Saint Yaoguang. Her beauty and temperament were equally eye-catching.

At the same time, Jiang Yifei also appeared like an immortal, and his style and charm complemented those of Hua Yunfei and Saint Yaoguang.

Among this group of people, there was one person who was particularly eye-catching. He had a fair complexion, but was full of masculinity, with black hair fluttering in the wind, like a god from the underworld. This was the king of the younger generation in Zhongzhou - Wang Chongxiao.

In addition to Wang Chongxiao, there were two other geniuses from Zhongzhou, one was the Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect, and the other was the princess of the Guhua Dynasty. At this moment, the princess's eyes were completely focused on Jiang Yifei, and even the Dao Tianyin of Zhuofeng could not divert her eyes.

Li Xiaoman turned around, looked back at Ye Fan and Zhang Wenchang, landed on the ground, and said calmly, "Long time no see."

Ye Fan smiled, walked over with Zhang Wenchang, and looked at this woman who looked very familiar yet a little strange.

　I've been very tired recently and have been staying up late. When I take a break, I only type about 2000 words a day.

　　(End of this chapter)