Mount Tai was towering and majestic, possessing an awe-inspiring momentum. It was revered by people as the foremost of the Five Great Mountains and hailed as the number one mountain under heaven.
Since ancient times, Mount Tai had been a symbol of the sacred. Located in the far eastern part of the ancient Central Plains region and surrounded by the Yellow River and Wen River, in ancient times it was regarded as the birthplace where the sun first rose and all things grew and developed.
No mountain was greater than it, and no history was older than it!
Mount Tai was grand and magnificent, possessing a profound historical accumulation that could be traced back to the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors in antiquity; it was a place that approached the divine.
The height of heaven is unreachable, so one erects the Fengchan ceremony on Mount Tai to offer sacrifices and approach the divine.
Qin Shihuang, who swept across the six states, and Emperor Wu of Han, who possessed grand strategies and great talents, had both held the peerless Fengchan grand ceremony on Mount Tai.
And even before this, in even more distant ancient times, seventy-two rulers had performed the Fengchan on Mount Tai.
Why the ancient emperors of the pre-Qin and remote antiquity all performed the Fengchan here remained a mystery to this day, one that perhaps could never be unraveled.
No, perhaps today it could be resolved.
"Although it is not my first time here, standing before the magnificent Mount Tai, one still feels as insignificant as an ant, and even feels that the stars in the sky are trivial as well," a youth in ancient attire whispered softly.
The youth was not old in years, dressed in the style of an ancient person, with a head of raven-black hair draped over his shoulders. He was about eleven or twelve years old, with a pair of clear and bright pupils. His face was quite handsome, and his figure was well-proportioned and upright, only his complexion was slightly pale, as if his body had some problems.
Standing on his shoulder was also a very spirited little bird, which looked extremely pretty.
The bird was very quiet, only looking around from time to time, and it was also unique and different from ordinary birds, having a literary head, a white beak, and crimson feet.
"Indeed, legend has it that countless emperors from ancient times to the present came here to perform Fengchan, adding a touch of mystery to this ancient mountain."
"Little brother, coming to Mount Tai alone, where are your family members?"
Seeing that the youth had delicate and pretty facial features yet was dressed in ancient attire, Ye Fan felt some curiosity in his heart and asked.
He had an upright posture, a delicate and handsome face, and possessed a temperament of inexplicable composure.
"Cough, cough. My parents have gone to a very distant place. As for me, I have a reason I must come, and you could say it's revisiting an old haunt!" A sharp glint flashed through the youth's eyes as he spoke.
"Then would the little brother like to act together with us? We are just having a class reunion, and it'll be livelier with one more person," Ye Fan said, feeling quite sympathetic upon hearing this.
"Right, my name is Ye Fan."
"Sure enough..."
"The future Heavenly Emperor Ye is still alive, and he hasn't obtained the colorful suit yet," the youth looked Ye Fan up and down and thought to himself.
The Sea of Bitterness is as firm as a rock, the divine wheel of life is silent, impossible to shake, and difficult to open up...
The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body!
The youth did not originally belong to this world. In his original world, all of this was merely a novel.
However, time-traveling and such things were quite common nowadays, and there were at least eight or ten people who had transmigrated into the Shrouding the Heavens Universe.
At first, when he had just arrived in this world, he also felt extremely unaccustomed; leaving other things aside for the moment,
the youth did not arrive on the exact day of Ye Fan's class reunion right after waking up, but had transmigrated nearly five thousand years earlier.
That was an era when gods and demons rose together; the Kunlun Sacred Mountain had not yet been sealed, the Great Dao of heaven and earth had not been concealed, and the corpses of the Ancient Emperors were manifesting and gaining spirit one by one.
At first, the youth was on the verge of breakdown. After all, unlike the stability of Ye Fan's era—where a new era was established and, to say the least, the people were very stable—
during this time period, it was basically like the Big Dipper cultivation world, or even more exaggerated; when cultivators fought each other, they would cross ten thousand miles at every turn, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.
However, later on, the youth discovered that his surname was Ji—the Ji of Ji Xuanyuan—and after that, he was not panicked at all.
The phrase "descendants of Yanhuang" was fully embodied in him: the grandson of the Flame Emperor and the son of the Yellow Emperor, there was no one more noble than him in the world.
Regrettably, the heavens did not bestow all good fortune upon him. Because of his physical condition, he had no choice but to be sealed away within Divine Source, sleeping until now.
The youth looked toward his side, where there were about thirty people moving about and talking and laughing happily, both men and women, as well as a blonde-haired and blue-eyed young foreigner.
"Ji Hao!" The youth also introduced himself.
"So you are a descendant of the Yellow Emperor, I've heard much about you, I've heard much." Ye Fan could not help but sigh at fate; he had just finished reading the Huangdi Neijing when he ran into a youth with the surname Ji.
"We are all descendants of Yanhuang, it's nothing worth mentioning." Hearing this, Ji Hao cupped his fists, smiled, and a trace of cunningness was revealed in his gaze.
"That's right, we are all descendants of Yanhuang." Feeling a bit closer to this youth, Ye Fan learned from Ji Hao and cupped his fists in return.
"Descendants of Yanhuang, descendants of Yan and children of Huang."
Ji Hao smiled brilliantly and thought to yourself: Little do you know that you are discussing ancient history with me, while I am discussing seniority with you.
"Being the ancestor of Heavenly Emperor Ye really has a kind of inexplicable thrill to it!"
"Ye Fan, who is this child?" A woman walked out from the crowd and asked.
"Lin Jia, I saw that this little brother was all alone, so I invited him to join us," Ye Fan said.
"Hmph, why let an outsider meddle in our class reunion? He's just a child, and at first glance, he clearly has something wrong with him." A voice came from the crowd.
Ji Hao cast his gaze outward and saw only a gloomy young man running his mouth off, a flash of Five-Colored Divine Light sweeping across his eyes.
The gloomy young man instantly did not dare to make a sound, feeling as if he had been locked onto by a giant dragon.
"Liu Yunzhi, shut up!" Ye Fan said with a furrowed brow.
Seeing Ye Fan step forward, Ji Hao could not be bothered to care anymore; a bunch of extras, not worth paying attention to.
Lin Jia took a closer look, and her maternal instincts instantly overflowed. Ji Hao was young in years, looking about eleven or twelve, and his pale little face made people couldn't help but feel heartache for him.
"Little brother, come with big sister."
Saying that, she reached out to take Ji Hao's small hand.
"No need, I can walk by myself," Ji Hao refused. Although young, he possessed an indescribable majesty that made it impossible to view him as merely a child.
Yet judging solely by his expression, he was truly milky and exceptionally cute.
"Alright then! Little brother is a real man!" Lin Jia did not feel awkward at all and acted very naturally.
Ji Hao took the initiative to step forward, walking upward step by step. Mixed among a group of college graduates three or four years out of school, he instead looked like the leader.
The ancient pines of Mount Tai were lush, accompanied by numerous streams and waterfalls. Amidst the solemn grandeur, there was no lack of ethereal beauty, and coupled with the misty clouds, it naturally added a few parts mystery and profundity.
Ji Hao did not use any divine power, taking it step by step as a form of cultivation. Climbing all the way up, he admired the countless historical sites and cliffside stone inscriptions along the way, which drew endless praise.
The scenery was unique and breathtaking; even Ji Hao, who had seen the grandeur of Kunlun, felt an atmosphere of epic vastness.
Come to think of it, Ji Hao had not seen Mount Tai for several thousand years either. The changes of millennia intoxicated him, plunging him into a peculiar state of sudden enlightenment.
He was well aware of everything happening around him, from the sacrificial grounds passing the imperial palace of Daimiao to the Heaven-sealing Jade Emperor Summit, forming a ten-kilometer-long axis of Underworld—Human World—Heaven.
He appreciated the surrounding environment, comprehended the historical charm within it, and sought out traces of the threads of the Great Dao.
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