The bamboo cottage was silent.
Lu Changfeng did not rush to touch the scroll of the Treatise on All Under Heaven.
He first sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, closed his eyes, focused his mind, and settled his emotions.
Understanding his intent, Qing Dai stood guard at the doorway with her sword. Snow Robe, unusually quiet, perched on her shoulder, while Mo Li lay beside Lu Changfeng, seemingly guarding him as he cultivated.
Only when his thoughts had grown as still as an ancient well did the true qi throughout his body circulate smoothly, without the slightest obstruction.
Lu Changfeng opened his eyes, reached out with both hands, and picked up the scroll of the Treatise on All Under Heaven again.
As his mind sank into the words, a torrent of information as vast as a river of stars, mingled with countless profound ideas, images, and runes, surged straight into his sea of consciousness!
This was not reading words, but receiving an infusion of a legacy!
In an instant!
He seemed to cross a thousand years and find himself within Ghost Valley's secluded cavern abode, witnessing that legendary figure deduce heaven's secrets beneath a starry sky, arrange wondrous formations among mountains and rivers, or devise strategies within a command tent.
One word could settle a nation; one stratagem could topple the world.
The way of vertical and horizontal persuasion, opening and closing; the principles of yin and yang's transformations; the workings of heaven, earth, and humanity; the shifts of military disposition and momentum, emptiness and substance... It encompassed all things, yet every method returned to one source, ultimately pointing toward its two core principles-vertical and horizontal!
The legacy washed through his understanding and stirred every power within him into resonance.
Just then, the core mystery of the Treatise on All