The bustle of the Three Pure Ones' Daoist Grounds opening their gates to accept disciples gradually faded, and Mount Buzhou returned to its usual solemnity and activity.
Under their respective masters' arrangements, the newly admitted disciples began their daily cultivation.
Under Taiqing, Kong Xuan and Jinpeng contemplated the ultimate principles of yin and yang before the Eight Trigrams Furnace.
Under Yuqing, the twelve direct disciples studied law runes in Jade Void Hall.
Under Shangqing, the five great direct disciples, the six attendant immortals, and dozens of outer disciples sought insight into the Clear Swordheart at the edge of the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation.
All of Mount Buzhou brimmed with a vigorous, aspiring vitality.
Yet on Phoenix Perch Mountain, that vitality had been replaced by another, deeper power.
The leaves of the parasol tree stirred without wind, and a phantom image of the innate eight trigrams slowly revolved beneath it.
The light of the eight trigram images flickered in turn, each change illuminating a thread of cause and effect somewhere within the heavenly secrets of the Primordial World.
Fuxi sat cross-legged on a stone platform, the Law Deity of the Bagua Heavenly Secrets Divine Venerable between his brows shining like a miniature sun.
The vast streams of information in the Divine Dao Network poured into his divination formation like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, filtered, sorted, and recombined by the innate eight trigrams before becoming clearly discernible threads of heavenly secrets.
This state had persisted for an unknown number of days.
Ever since being invested as the Bagua Heavenly Secrets Divine Venerable, Fuxi had been doing one thing.
Divining Hong Jun's actions.
At first, this thought had been no more than a faint, elusive doubt.
When the Divine Dao System was first established, Fuxi had been like most mighty beings