The world suddenly shook, and a thunderous rumble resounded everywhere. It was as if some tremendous force had swept over all creation. A towering mountain rose straight into the clouds, standing between the Jiuli Tribe and the Xuanhuang Tribe.
Guang Chengzi knew that the Yanhuang Tribe before him could not withstand the Jiuli Tribe's assault. Though the Yanhuang Tribe had received the Heavenly Book from the Heavenly Court, it would be a long time before they could put it to effective use. With no other choice, he brought out the Fan Tian Seal, which he had forged from half of Mount Buzhou.
The Fan Tian Seal bore the residual blood of Gonggong of the Wu Clan. Primordial Heavenly Venerate had refined it with Great Magic Power, giving it a divine spirit as a magic treasure. It exerted an inexplicable suppression over the Wu Clan. Anyone with Wu Clan blood who entered the mountain formed from the seal would be like a headless fly, unable to tell north from south. They could not even gather their own strength.
This mountain range stretched between the two tribes, preserving decades of peace.
Following Guang Chengzi's instructions, Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan studied the Heavenly Book. Countless runes whirled within it, accompanied by the rumble of heavenly music, profound and boundless. Each character resounded like the collapse of the sea and the cracking of the abyss, echoing throughout the world. It was like the ancient chanting of Zen, or the prayers of primordial deities, endless and unceasing as it pierced the eternal sky and slowly flowed into his heart. His soul trembled, his thoughts surged, and he lost all sense of where he was.
The heavenly music rang out again and again, like the tolling of great bells. Each character that entered his heart first stirred