Power of Laws

The love affair that took place in the backyard of the sect's main hall on Purple Cloud Peak, in the waterside pavilion, was like a dream shrouded in mist, unknown to Hua Qiang.

Little did he know that he was almost skinned alive and had his tendons pulled out, and that his soul was captured and burned as a sky lantern, and that he was even unable to Reincarnation after death.

Otherwise, he would have no choice but to flee for his life and find a place to hide himself completely to escape this catastrophe.

At this moment, he seemed to be drawn by some mysterious call, and walked to a clear pool of water.

That pool is like the eye of the earth, deep and lonely, concealing the beauty of time.

It is surrounded by ancient, vigorous trees with intertwined branches and leaves, casting dappled sunlight.

Hua Qiang found a large, intact rock, sat cross-legged, his posture as steadfast as a pine tree, and quietly contemplated the scenery before him.

Directly ahead, a waterfall resembles an inverted Milky Way, with a curtain of water cascading down from the high mountain wall and crashing heavily onto the scattered rocks. The water splashes everywhere, like shattered jade, before gathering into a trickle and flowing into the pool.

The roar of the waterfall is like a magnificent symphony played by heaven and earth. At first listen, one is only awestruck, but upon closer listening, each sound penetrates the ear and reaches the heart, washing away the disturbances of the world and bringing a sense of peace and tranquility.

In the mountains and forests, small birds often flit among the branches and leaves, their colorful feathers shimmering and their songs melodious.

The furry little beast peeks out from the grass and behind the rocks, its bright eyes full of wonder, before disappearing again in an instant, leaving only the branches and leaves swaying gently.

Hua Qiang closed his eyes and concentrated. In a moment, the surroundings became extremely quiet, with only the grandeur of the waterfall and the subtle sounds of nature remaining.

With each breath, he seemed to merge into this world, capturing and comprehending the laws and forces of the various elements.

The world of wood slowly unfolded in his perception first.

At first, it was the subtle tremors and murmurs from the soil beneath my feet, like the whispers of ancient roots.

Hua Qiang "saw" that deep in the dark earth, countless slender yet resilient roots, like fine spider webs, crisscrossed and spread in all directions.

They are the veins of the earth, carrying machinery and messages.

The tender seedlings break through the soil, carrying the innocent confusion and vigorous vitality of new life; it is life's first question to the light.

The leaves unfurl, each vein etched with the weight of growth, absorbing sunlight and rain, transforming them into vibrant energy.

The trees in the forest became increasingly clear, their thick trunks etched with the rings of time, like history books, recording the wind, rain, thunder, lightning, cold, and heat.

The alternation between new green leaves and yellowing old leaves is the Reincarnation of life. Flowers bloom and wither, fruits ripen and fall, all following the Wood Law, silently demonstrating the ceaseless flow of life.

Hua Qiang was immersed in it, as if he himself was rooted to the earth, his branches and leaves dancing in the wind, experiencing the rhythm of life.

As the wood element is pulled away from its gentle embrace, the fire element surges forth, like a Prairie Fire.

The air was hot and dry. Hua Qiang could see magma surging inside the mountain in the distance, its orange-red color and scalding heat resembling an angry, fiery beast.

Wherever it passed, the rocks melted, turning into a scorching liquid that reshaped the landscape.

Sunlight pours down, forming delicate threads of fire that weave between heaven and earth, igniting the edges of the clouds—a fiery dance in the sky.

The water droplets splashing from the waterfall seem to be wrapped in a transparent veil of fire in the air, refracting a magnificent light, before being evaporated and rising into invisible water vapor in an instant.

In the mountains and forests, withered branches and fallen leaves are instantly reduced to ashes when they encounter the fire, but they also provide nourishment for new seedlings. It is both destruction and rejuvenation.

The Fire Law, with their intense heat and violence, forge a cycle between life and death.

Hua Qiang felt a surge of awe, as if his soul had been tempered by the high temperature.

The scene shifts, and a white horse lands on a pool of water, its flight accompanied by ripples spreading across the surface.

The pool resembles an endless ocean, and the water molecules are like a school of agile fish, leaping, darting, gathering, and dispersing.

The waterfall's flow is a microcosm of the mighty river, starting from its source, detouring when encountering obstacles, and leaping over cliffs with fearlessness and spontaneity.

Hua Qiang's senses extended to the bottom of the pool, where undercurrents surged, gently lifting the sand and stones, polishing them smooth, and pushing the decaying, sunken wood towards an unknown destination.

The water vapor condenses into clouds in mid-air, draping the mountain peaks in a thin veil.

Moved by the wind, it turns into rain when it gets cold, drizzling down to moisten all things, nourishing the roots and stems of grass and trees, seeping into the crevices of rocks, and smoothing the cracks on the earth's surface.

Wherever it goes, it brings life. With its inclusive and gentle nature, it shapes verdant mountains and rivers and nourishes all living things. Hua Qiang's mind and body seem to be cleansed by a clear spring, filled with clarity.

Gradually, the sky darkened, and the world seemed to be soaked in ink.

Shadows crept out from behind trees and under rocks, spreading like a black tide, swallowing the daylight.

Hua Qiang noticed that in that unseen place, decay and decomposition were quietly at work, with fallen leaves sinking into the shadows, turning into mud and dust, nourishing the land.

Animal remains are also shrouded in shadow, vanishing into nothingness and returning to nature as nourishment.

Nocturnal animals lurk in the shadows, their eyes gleaming coldly, following the rhythm of darkness as they hunt and maintain a delicate ecological balance.

The Darkness Law are like a silent mastermind, hidden behind the light, manipulating the cycle of life and death, the replacement of the old with the new, mysterious and profound.

Hua Qiang found himself in the midst of it all, groping for the natural laws hidden in the darkness, his soul seemingly wandering on the boundary between light and darkness, trying to glimpse the essence of the world.

And so, Hua Qiang immersed himself in the illusion of the four laws intertwined, experiencing the birth of wood, the transformation of fire, the nourishment of water, and the concealment of darkness.

Beside the pool, with the heart as the pen and nature as the ink, one can engrave a profound understanding of the laws of heaven and earth. When one opens their eyes, they will see the myriad phenomena of mountains and rivers and the laws of the universe.

Hua Qiang felt that he was now countless times stronger than before, and could mobilize a portion of the power of the laws of heaven and earth with every move he made.

At this moment, he truly felt the power of the Saint Realm.

His intense curiosity made him eager to try, and he slowly extended his right index finger, his gaze locking onto the inconspicuous little grass not far away.

The tiny worm trembled in the breeze, with only a few leaves and a stem so thin it seemed it could break with the slightest touch. It was less than two inches tall and looked as insignificant as an ant among the surrounding lush vegetation.

With a light tap of Hua Qiang's fingertip, an invisible yet powerful torrent of life surged forth and poured in.

The grass trembled violently, its roots seeming to awaken an earth dragon, frantically taking root and spreading deep underground, greedily absorbing nutrients from the earth.

The stem grows rapidly, turning from thin to thick in an instant, and its outer skin has a tough, glossy sheen.

The original soft green gradually deepens and becomes richer, transforming into the majestic form of the tree.

Not to be outdone, the blades of grass rapidly stretched and extended, transforming into supple whips that whistled and lashed through the air.

With a loud "crack," the long whip precisely pierced the tree trunk in front of it, its sharp tip penetrating like a razor blade, sending wood chips flying. Even the tough old tree was pierced through, revealing a series of hideous cracks.

The hard rocks on the side were not spared either; under the fierce lash of the whip, they shattered with a crash, scattering stone fragments everywhere.

Hua Qiang's eyes widened in shock, filled with a mixture of horror and ecstasy.

His mouth gaped open uncontrollably, and a "Holy crap!" blurted out. His mind went blank, and he couldn't find any other words to describe the shock he felt at that moment.

After calming himself down a bit, he snapped his fingers, and a flame suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The flame, which started as small as a bean, quickly expanded into a blazing fireball, burning fiercely with tongues of flame flickering out.

With a thought, Hua Qiang caused the fireball to change shape as if guided by invisible threads, sometimes stretching into a fire arrow and sometimes flattening out into a fire shield.

He pointed to a patch of grass, and the fireball flew away with a "whoosh," turning the grass to ashes in its wake.

Along the way, they encountered several beautiful wildflowers. The fireball seemed to come alive, drawing a graceful arc, skillfully dodging and precisely burning its target, demonstrating the magical and domineering power of the law.