Seventy-first Chapter: Fuxi's Divination
At the summit of a solitary peak, the sea of clouds churned. Fuxi's dark robes hung loose, his wide sleeves fluttering in the fierce mountain wind like clouds hanging from the sky.
He stood as still as an ancient pine, lofty and unmoving. Only his robes drifted in the wind, their folds flowing with the patterns of the Innate Eight Trigrams, as though breathing in rhythm with heaven and earth.
His gaze crossed a thousand zhang of empty space and settled heavily on the ordinary Small Courtyard at the foot of the mountain. His eyes were as calm as an ancient well, deep and impossible to fathom.
Yet the slender fingertips hidden in his sleeve moved soundlessly. In the span of a breath, the power of divination spread like an invisible, intangible web, quietly descending over the Vegetable Plot enclosed by the stone walls.
Fuxi's thoughts shifted slightly, and light and shadows stirred before him. Phantom images of the Innate Eight Trigrams manifested one after another:
The Qian Trigram represented the heavens. Its image was like a golden rainbow piercing the sun, pointing straight at the rough Clay Jar in the courtyard.
Yet at the instant it touched the grime on the jar, a Chaos Dao Pattern suddenly flashed into view. The Qian Trigram's golden radiance melted like snow falling into boiling soup, collapsing and vanishing without a trace in an instant!
The Kun Trigram suppressed the earth. Its heavy qi sank into the soil of the Vegetable Plot, intending to follow the earth veins back to their source. Unexpectedly, upon touching the remnant vitality of the Remnant of the Spiritual Seed, the earth-vein paths twisted sharply, forming a self-contained embrace. The phantom of the Kun Trigram shuddered and shattered into dust in an instant!
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