, the first of the nine secrets, the secret of the word "all", the four extremes

Chapter 82, One of the Nine Secrets, the Secret of All Words, Perfection of the Four Extremes!

Su Ye gazed at the mountain peak, lost in thought.

"Does the Holy Son truly believe that he can revive a tradition lost for hundreds of years?"

Hua Yunfei asked, his tone devoid of contempt, only pure curiosity.

Su Ye withdrew his gaze.

"You'll only know once you try."

Hua Yunfei looked at Su Ye's profile, a barely perceptible glint of light flashing in his clear eyes.

He stopped talking.

She simply continued to lead the way, her steps still composed and elegant.

The peak is not high.

The mountain slopes gently, and at its foot stands a stone tablet about half a person's height, with the character "拙" (zhuō, meaning clumsy or awkward) engraved on it.

The handwriting is faded and almost worn away by the passage of time.

The mountain path was overgrown with withered yellow weeds on both sides.

The stone steps were covered with a thick layer of moss, making them feel soft and spongy underfoot.

Hua Yunfei stopped at the foot of the mountain.

"Holy Son, the restricted area is located above Humble Peak, so it is not convenient for Yunfei to go deep there."

He turned around and smiled slightly at Su Ye, his tone gentle: "I will wait here, Holy Son, please make yourself at home."

Su Ye nodded and stepped onto the stone steps.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

With each step, the stone steps beneath one's feet trembled slightly.

It wasn't Su Ye's heavy footsteps.

It was the mountain peak that was responding to him.

Hua Yunfei stood at the foot of the mountain, his hands behind his back.

Those clear, autumn-water-like eyes narrowed slightly as they watched Su Ye's retreating figure as he walked up the mountain step by step.

Innate Dao Embryo —

Is this constitution really that domineering?

Even the Zhuofeng Peak, which has been dormant for hundreds of years, can resonate with this?

His fingertips gently twirled beneath his sleeve.

No one knows what he's thinking.

Su Ye walked to the middle of the mountain and a flat area appeared in front of him.

Several dilapidated thatched huts are scattered among them.

An old pine tree leans crookedly against the edge of the cliff.

An old man with white hair and beard sat under a pine tree.

He had his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.

It's as if he has already passed away.

Su Ye stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Junior Yaochi Holy Son pays respects to Senior."

The old man opened his eyes, looked at Su Ye, and asked, "What is the Holy Son of Yaochi doing in this wretched place?"

Su Ye said frankly, "This junior wishes to comprehend the secret techniques of Zhuofeng."

The old man shook his head, sighed softly, and said, "The secret techniques of Zhuofeng have long been lost—"

"As for whether you can comprehend the legacy of Zhuofeng, that depends on your destiny, Holy Son."

Seeing that he seemed unwilling to say more, Su Ye didn't ask any further questions.

The old man's name was Li Ruoyu, and he was the peak master and only disciple of Zhuofeng Peak of the Tai Xuan Sect.

He was of average talent and had poor aptitude. He became a disciple of Tai Xuan by luck back then, but he was not well regarded by others.

In the original story, he remained silent for hundreds of years, sitting in seclusion on Zhuofeng Peak, where his cultivation stagnated.

He only achieved great things in his later years, finally understanding the natural way of Zhuofeng.

From then on, his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, alarming the 108 peaks of Tai Xuan, and he was considered to be on par with the ancient great powers in the future.

Later, he traveled the world for many years and his cultivation had reached the Quasi-Emperor realm. Although he had not yet reached the pinnacle, no one dared to underestimate him and believed that he would reach the peak sooner or later.

Ultimately, he also became an emperor while Ye Tiandi was conquering the immortal path.

Although Zhuofeng is now deserted, the people who guard this mountain are far more profound than they appear on the surface.

Su Ye turned around and walked to the edge of the cliff. He sat cross-legged on a blue stone, closed his eyes, and sank his mind into the sea of ​​suffering.

The leaves of the World Tree sapling unfurled, emitting soft golden light.

The Nine-Story Divine Mark Tower hummed softly in the Sea of ​​Bitterness, and the divine marks and purple-gold innate Dao marks on the tower body maintained a constant resonance with Su Ye's innate Dao embryo.

A purple halo slowly spread out from his body.

The mountain wind changed direction at some point.

The night wind, which originally flowed from east to west, quietly reversed and became an airflow surging outward from deep within the mountains.

The air currents carried the scent of earth and withered leaves, mixed with a touch of ancient, almost desolate Daoist charm.

The innate Tao fetus is born with a shortcut.

The myriad paths of heaven and earth never defend themselves before the Dao Embryo.

At this moment, Su Ye did nothing.

There was no practice of cultivation techniques, no activation of divine sense, and no deliberate attempt to perceive.

He just sat there.

Let your body listen, feel, and accept.

The things hidden in the wind seeped in bit by bit.

It was like a riverbed that had been dry for hundreds of years finally receiving a rain.

When the first drop of rain fell, the entire Zhuofeng Peak trembled slightly.

On the other side of the foot of the mountain.

Hua Yunfei quietly looked up at the mountaintop.

A pale purple light was slowly spreading, merging with the already thin spiritual energy of Zhuofeng, forming a strange rhythm.

He had never felt that kind of rhythm on Zhuofeng Peak.

He sat here for seven days, but got nothing in return.

Now, less than half an hour after this Holy Son of Yaochi sat down, the mountain began to move.

Hua Yunfei withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes briefly.

When he opened his eyes again, they had regained their clear, calm depths.

"The innate Dao embryo—indeed, it is close to the myriad Daos of Heaven and Earth."

He muttered something to himself, his tone devoid of jealousy, only displaying a calm acceptance born of careful consideration.

Everyone's path is different. His path is not on Zhuofeng Peak, but on that darker and lonelier road.

Li Ruoyu, who was half asleep and half awake, also opened her eyes.

A glint of disbelief flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

He stood up unsteadily, his thin, dry hands gripping the pine trunk.

His gaze was fixed on the young man sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff.

"This is----"

Li Ruoyu's expression revealed a hint of excitement, and he said softly, "Is this the aura of the Great Dao of Nature?"

Three hundred years.

He guarded this broken mountain for three hundred years.

They couldn't even detect a trace of Daoist charm.

Now, an outsider, a young man who has been on the mountain for less than a quarter of an hour, has actually stirred up the Daoist aura of Zhuofeng?

Li Ruoyu couldn't believe her eyes.

But that aura couldn't be faked.

That was the breath of the awakening of the Great Way of Nature.

The most primal and purest Daoist essence between heaven and earth.

It's like a spring breeze sweeping across a desolate wasteland.

Everything begins to revive.

Su Ye was immersed in an indescribable state.

A gentle yet vast power surged from the sea of ​​suffering, permeating every inch of his consciousness like spring rain.

Those fragments of Dao patterns that were previously incomprehensible and disconnected suddenly became incredibly clear at this moment.

Su Ye's consciousness seemed to rise to an extremely high level, looking down at the entire Zhuofeng Peak.

Heaven and earth are created by nature, and all things grow and thrive through non-contention.

The moment this thought surfaced in Su Ye's mind, the entire Zhuofeng Peak suddenly trembled.

hum!

A deep, rumbling sound came from the deepest part of the mountain, and the low, resonant sound waves soared into the sky like a dragon's roar.

Immediately afterwards, light burst forth from every crack in the mountain.

This is the purest and most fundamental meaning of the natural way!

Tai Xuan Sect, Xingfeng Hall.

The sect leader of Tai Xuan was discussing sect affairs with several elders.

Suddenly, he paused, abruptly turning his head to look southwest.

"This is----"

Several elders also sensed the unusual fluctuation at the same time.

They all stood up, their expressions changing drastically.

"It's Zhuofeng!"

"The Daoist essence of Zhuofeng! The natural Dao that has been dormant for hundreds of years!"

"And that secret technique!"

"How could it suddenly be like this—"

The Tai Xuan Sect Leader looked southwest, where the most inconspicuous mountain peak was bathed in a warm, gentle light.

The light, though soft, pierced through the clouds and the distance.

All 108 main peaks are visible.

"The Holy Son of Yaochi —"

The Grand Master of Tai Xuan took a deep breath, his voice filled with disbelief: "He actually did it?"

A young elder in the hall asked in a trembling voice, "Senior Brother Headmaster, the reappearance of the Humble Peak's inheritance is of utmost importance. Should we summon the disciples from all the peaks?"

The Tai Xuan Sect Leader remained silent for a moment, then decisively gave the order.

"Issue my decree: all disciples of each peak shall immediately proceed to the foot of Zhuofeng Mountain. Those who have the opportunity may be touched by the Dao!"

"Yes, sir!"

The sound of the bell echoed among the 108 peaks of Taixuan.

Distant and profound.

It was like an echo coming from the depths of time hundreds of years ago.

This bell hasn't been rung in far too long.

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The last time it rang out was when the last peak master of Zhuofeng passed away.

At that time, the entire Tai Xuan Sect was filled with sorrow.

But today the bells ring again, this time to celebrate.

Celebrating the reappearance of the natural order, which had been lost for hundreds of years.

On each peak, countless figures soared into the air.

Those who ride swords, those who tread on clouds, those who ride the wind.

The elders, along with their respective disciples, headed towards Zhuofeng.

Some people in the crowd could not contain their excitement.

"Hurry! The Daoist aura has already begun to spread!"

"Wait for me, bring that bottle of healing pills!"

"Idiot, you're not going to fight, why would you bring any pills?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Get out of here, you dead leg!"

"Has the legacy of Zhuofeng truly been restored? Am I dreaming?"

"Didn't you see that light?! The whole mountain is glowing!"

"I heard it was triggered by an outsider."

"Outsider? Who has such great ability?"

"The Holy Son of Yaochi!"

The moment those four words were uttered, the surroundings fell silent for a moment.

Then it exploded.

"The Holy Son of Yaochi? The one with the innate Dao embryo?"

"The one who cut out immortal gold in the Holy City not long ago?"

"Yes, yes, it is said that he even overpowered the Ji family's Divine King Body at the Yaochi Grand Ceremony."

"How did he end up in our Taixuan?"

"It's fate—or perhaps it's destiny."

"What is destined?"

"It is destined that the legacy of Zhuofeng will be reborn in the hands of the Innate Dao Embryo!"

Zhuofeng, which had been silent for hundreds of years, became the sole center of the entire Taixuan Sect in the dead of night.

On the blue stone at the edge of the cliff, a tremendous change was taking place within Su Ye's body.

His sea of ​​suffering was churning.

The purple divine power surged like a tide, wave after wave.

Inside the Taoist palace, the five great deities opened their eyes, sat cross-legged, and chanted scriptures.

The four pillars trembled, emitting a low hum.

The dragon on its back seems to be taking shape.

The most crucial element is the heart.

Within my heart, a faint golden mark is gathering.

That was a seed.

Ancient and mysterious, it contains a secret power that transcends ordinary supernatural abilities.

It has no specific form; it is just a golden halo.

Yet it seems to be able to activate all laws, techniques, and supernatural powers in the world.

The secret of the character "皆".

One of the Nine Secrets.

It has no moves or styles, no form or appearance.

It is not a supernatural power that can be cultivated, but a secret technique integrated into one's mental cultivation.

Use the heart as the medium and the Tao as the guide.

When the mind aligns with the Dao, secrets arise spontaneously.

It can trigger a comprehensive boost in combat power, ranging from several times to ten times.

It encompasses everything: physical body, supernatural powers, weapon control, speed, and divine sense.

Triggering varies from person to person, and the frequency of triggering depends on the degree of affinity between the practitioner and the Dao.

The deeper the connection, the easier it is to trigger.

Su Ye slowly opened her eyes.

Golden runes flashed briefly in those deep purple eyes.

His cultivation has reached the peak of the fourth level of the four realms, and transforming into a dragon is within reach!

He looked down at his palm.

Slowly clench your five fingers together.

Within his fist, there seemed to be some kind of power beyond the ordinary.

This is the secret of the character "皆".

One to ten times the combat power.

Su Ye lowered his hand and stood up.

I turned and looked towards the foot of the mountain.

A huge crowd had already gathered there.

All the disciples of the 108 peaks of Tai Xuan who were able to come have arrived by now.

They looked up at the glowing mountain.

His eyes held awe, excitement, and greed.

Everyone wanted to go up the mountain.

Everyone wants to be influenced by the Daoist principles of nature.

The Tai Xuan Sect Leader stood below the mountain gate, gazing up at the mountain peak whose light was gradually fading.

Standing beside him were several elderly elders with white hair, each with an extremely complex expression.

"The last time Zhuofeng shone brightly was back in my master's generation."

An elderly elder stroked his beard, his voice weathered: "I've lived most of my life, and I thought I'd never have the chance to witness the splendor of the Great Dao of Nature again."

"I never expected this, I never expected this."

Another elder chimed in, "This Holy Son of Yaochi truly does seem to have the makings of a chosen one."

After a long silence, the Tai Xuan Sect Leader suddenly spoke: "Where is Yun Fei?"

"Senior Brother Hua is waiting at the foot of the mountain, he hasn't gone up yet," a disciple replied.

The Tai Xuan Sect Leader nodded, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"This child is indeed kind-hearted. Others would have rushed forward long ago when they saw the inheritance, but he knows how to abide by the rules."

"Yes, Xingfeng has a son like this, that's enough."

The light of Zhuofeng gradually faded.

The mountain has been restored to its former state as an inconspicuous, barren hill.

Everything seems unchanged.

But everything has changed.

Because there was a faint, elusive Daoist aura in the air.

Those are the traces left after the natural order was revived.

From then on, Zhuofeng was no longer a barren mountain.

It is a place of heritage.

It is the mountain that has regained its roots among the 108 peaks of the Tai Xuan Sect.

Su Ye walked down the stone steps one by one.

With each step, the stone steps trembled slightly.

The aftershocks of that Daoist rhythm were still resonating with the Daoist embryo within his body.

At the foot of the mountain, Hua Yunfei was still standing in the same spot.

Under the moonlight, he still smiled gently, his clothes fluttering lightly, as if the strange phenomenon that had just turned the world upside down had nothing to do with him.

"Congratulations, Holy Son."

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and said sincerely, "The Zhuofeng lineage, which has remained uncomprehended for centuries, has finally found its destined successor."

Su Ye smiled faintly and shook his head: "I was just lucky to have obtained the opportunity left by the sages of the past."

"You are too modest, Your Majesty."

Hua Yunfei paused for a moment, then said frankly, "I also tried to comprehend this back then, but after sitting in meditation for seven days, I gained nothing."

"The Holy Son triggered the inheritance in less than two hours tonight. Yun Fei is completely convinced of the difference in talent."

He spoke frankly and without any flaws.

Su Ye looked at him and asked, "Brother Hua, don't you feel any regret?"

Hua Yunfei remained silent for a moment.

Then he chuckled softly, a very faint hint of something flashing across his face.

"Of course there are regrets—"

"However, not every opportunity on the path of cultivation should belong to you."

"To gain it is my fortune, to lose it is my fate."

He paused, his gaze inadvertently sweeping across Su Ye's brow.

"What did the Holy Son gain in the inheritance?"

Su Ye remained calm and said, "The Great Dao of Nature encompasses all things in heaven and earth, and what it yields is also all things in heaven and earth."

The answer was cryptic and enigmatic.

Hua Yunfei didn't press further, but simply smiled and gestured for him to enter.

"The sect leader has already prepared a banquet in the Star Peak Hall to celebrate the Holy Son. Please follow me."

Su Ye nodded.

The two walked side by side toward Xingfeng.

Night falls.

The main hall of Xingfeng was brightly lit.

The headmaster of Tai Xuan personally hosted a banquet, and the peak masters and elders of each peak took turns offering toasts.

Su Ye accepted every drink without changing his expression.

During the gathering, the Tai Xuan Sect Leader suddenly spoke up, saying, "Holy Son, you have helped Tai Xuan recover its lost heritage. We, Tai Xuan, will remember this kindness."

Su Ye put down his wine cup and said with a faint smile, "Sect Leader, you flatter me. It was just a coincidence, not something I did intentionally."

The Tai Xuan Sect Leader waved his hand and smiled, "Whether it's a stroke of luck or a coincidence, the fact that the inheritance can be reproduced in the hands of the Holy Son is the will of Heaven."

The elders nodded in agreement, their expressions showing a sense of closeness.

Only Hua Yunfei sat at the end of the table, holding a cup of tea, his face as gentle as ever, with a faint smile on his lips.

Su Ye raised her glass to him from afar.

Hua Yunfei responded with a smile and also raised his teacup.

The two people sitting across the table exchanged a glance.

They each knew the truth, and neither spoke of it further.

The spirit wine in the cup was drunk dry.

Su Ye thought to himself.

Having mastered the secret of the character "皆" and obtained the natural Dao of Zhuofeng, it's time to enter the Dragon Transformation stage.