Chapter 69: Distant View of the Small Courtyard
At the foothills of Buzhou Mountain, clouds hung low like gauzy veils swirling around the towering peaks.
Two figures concealed their auras and descended gracefully, stepping on seven-colored flowing light as though they had come from beyond the heavens. They silently landed atop a solitary peak a thousand zhang from the ordinary small courtyard.
The mountain wind howled, lifting the fluttering hem of Nuwa's green gauze skirt like lotus leaves dancing in the breeze. The hidden Eight Trigrams patterns on Fuxi's dark divination robe silently shifted with it, profound and mysterious, perfectly merging their auras into the surrounding natural world without leaking the slightest trace.
Nuwa held her breath and focused. A faint light swirled in her eyes, while seven-colored radiance seemed to flicker deep within her pupils. Her gaze easily pierced the thin mountain mist, taking in the distant small courtyard in its entirety—
The courtyard's details came clearly into view: a three-zhang-high stone wall was covered in mottled green moss, bearing the marks of time. A half-rotted wooden door stood ajar, revealing the scene within.
In the vegetable plot, green and yellow vegetables grew sparsely in a disorderly mix. A clay jar sat quietly in the corner, its rim reflecting the light of the sky with a hazy glow.
Even more striking was the flowing Dao Resonance. A faint silver barrier, thin as a film of water, silently enveloped the small courtyard. It looked fragile, yet it soundlessly devoured all foreign divinations and probing power.
The moment the phantom of the Innate Eight Trigrams that Fuxi had quietly evolved within his sleeve touched it, it collapsed and disintegrated like snow thrown into boiling soup!
They also sensed a surging vitality. Looking closely at the vegetable plot, they saw golden patterns