In Fuxi's cave abode on Buzhou Mountain, Spiritual Energy hung in the air and the rhythms of the Dao flowed.
Ever since Di Jun and Tai Yi had left, Fuxi had remained in seclusion, working through his deductions. He had hardly taken a step outside the cave abode.
Nuwa did not disturb him. Each day, she cultivated beside the spirit spring, occasionally brewing a pot of tea as she waited quietly.
The cave where Fuxi secluded himself lay deep within the abode. Restrictions surrounded it to keep out disturbances.
Inside were only a stone table, a meditation cushion, and walls covered in the marks of his deductions.
Fuxi sat cross-legged on the cushion. Bamboo slips lay open before him, their trigrams flickering as the light of his deductions brightened and dimmed.
He held a brush made of Innate Spirit Wood and drew continuously on the slips. Every trigram underwent countless rounds of deduction and verification.
His Deduction Dao stemmed from the Innate Eight Trigrams.
The eight trigrams were Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui. They corresponded to heaven and earth, thunder and wind, water and fire, mountains and marshes.
They contained the fundamental laws of all things in heaven and earth. They were the foundation of the Deduction Dao.
Since refusing Dijun, Fuxi had been exploring the mysteries of the eight trigrams, trying to organize them into a complete system.
But he discovered that for all their wonders, the Innate Eight Trigrams were too profound.
They pointed directly to the Origin Essence of the Great Dao. Even getting started required exceptional insight and a deep understanding of the Great Dao.
For Innate Divine Beings with profound foundations, the Innate Eight Trigrams might not be difficult.
But to ordinary cultivators without innate divine origins or deep foundations, they