Chapter Sixty-Eight: Fuxi and Nuwa Set Out
At the summit of Phoenix Perch Mountain, a sea of clouds churned, and flowing rosy light spread like brocade. Spirit Mist that had remained for millions of years wound around the peaks, making this place look like an otherworldly immortal paradise. An ancient parasol tree stood at the cliff's edge. Vague phoenix phantoms seemed to drift among its branches and leaves, scattering specks of golden radiance.
Fuxi sat cross-legged beneath the parasol tree, with a White Jade Ancient Zither lying before him.
His slender fingers brushed lightly over the zither strings, yet his fingertips suddenly stopped in midair. The seven strings were moving on their own without any wind, giving off a continuous, faint hum, as if some invisible force were gently plucking them.
The Dao Resonance flowing through the zither had actually grown somewhat chaotic, sending rings of ripples through the air.
Not far away, Nuwa leaned against a blue-green stone. After being imbued with her saintly body for billions of years, the stone had long since developed spiritual awareness, and natural Dao patterns had appeared across its surface.
She held a Seven-Colored Divine Stone in her palm. The imprint it had carried from Chaos at its core was now scorching like charcoal, its radiance surging violently and casting her peerless face in shifting light and shadow.
"The Heavenly Secret points to the foothills of Buzhou Mountain." Fuxi raised his eyes. His gaze was like lightning, piercing the clouds for tens of thousands of miles as he stared southwest. "A withered tree conceals Chaos, and something insignificant gives birth to a true sage... What exactly is the 'Inch Heaven Gate' mentioned in the Prophecy?" His voice was low, carrying a trace of solemnity that was difficult to detect.
The spiritual light in