215: Chapter 053: Dao Foundation_4 215: Chapter 053: Dao Foundation_4 A re gesture had been ten years of endeavor.
Only after ten years did he finally, shakily, draw a “☰”.
In an instant, the stone emanated the aura of spiritual dicine, a thousand tis richer than before.
Clouds gathered, and a black storm seed to swallow the sky, as if the heavens intended to halt his progress.
Yet, he seed deaf to their will, raising his hand to continue.
It took ten years to create Qian, but only three days to complete Kun.
“☷” was drawn.
In a mont, a great storm brewed, with flashes of lightning and booming thunder.
Floods erupted from higher peaks, seeking to halt his creation.
Lightning struck, making mountains and rivers tremble.
Su He roared, leaping up to shield him overhead, blocking the elents.
With a swipe of his claw, the floods reversed their course, the Mountain Divine God Seal coming forth to suppress the summit, calming the mountains and rivers.
But the lightning grew ever more ferocious, crashing onto Su He’s Shell like a relentless rain.
There was even the breath of Heavenly Tribulation upon it.
Wang looked up at Su He, threw back his head and laughed heartily, overco with joy.
The Divine God the Witch had been searching for had always been there; he’d just been unaware!
Laughing and laughing, he suddenly burst into tears, then picked up another stone to resu his carving on the mountain rock, which now left no mark upon it.
The world resisted his creation.
Wang laughed even louder, brimming with happiness.
A bolt of lightning struck down, targeting the Witch’s grave, as if to obliterate the initiator to dust.
Instead, it unearthed his bone.
Wang picked up the bone, stabbing his own chest, using the bone as a brush and his blood as ink, he painted the Eight Trigrams in an instant.
The stone began to shimr with a green light, the tempest overhead ca to a halt, and the floods ceased.
Yet the lightning beca even more violent.
The heaven and earth concentrated all their forces into the lightning, turning it into a glaring Heavenly Tribulation that struck downwards.
Su He held his head high and roared, flying straight into the thunder, facing it head-on.
Opening his mouth, a water sphere exploded amidst the clouds.
With a sweep of his colossal claw, he parted the clouds.
In this realm, there are no divine wonders, the Heavenly Tribulation is pitifully weak.
But to mortals, it still signifies the magnificent might of heaven.
Wang seed oblivious to the thunder and roaring in the sky.
His hand never stopped moving, drawing one hexagram after another.
The Eight Trigrams were rely the foundation.
The “Book of Changes”, the Sixty-Four Trigrams, none were omitted, all carried upon the stone.
That stone had long since transford from a re rock into a resplendent jade.
In the center of the jade, a White Jade Turtle Shell faintly appeared.
It had co to this place!
The Witch’s bones were spent, Wang’s blood dried, all sixty-four trigrams had been set, the sky roiled with thunderclouds, and lightning struck fiercely, not only at the stone but also at the tribe below, seeking to eradicate all living creatures that witnessed the birth of the hexagrams.
Su He roared, conjuring towering waves that lashed at the thunderous clouds above.
Wang stood before the jade, looking at the sixty-four trigrams with a smile on his face.
Glancing down at the Witch, reduced to a skull, it seed to grin back with bared teeth.
Boom!
Wang fell, collapsing to the ground.
He was completely dead.
The jade bearing the sixty-four trigrams shook and then flew up from the ground, charging straight towards Su He, embedding itself into the Turtle Shell without shattering it, and drilling into the Boundary Pearl, crashing tumultuously into the Chaos.
Within the Boundary Pearl, Chaos boiled and burst, as if cooking a pot of magma, with flashes of lightning and collapsing icebergs within.
Refining earth, water, wind, and fire.
A space was forcibly opened by the jade.
A mountain’s shadow was pulled into the Boundary Pearl and thundered down.
The jade rested upon a mountain, glowing brilliantly before suddenly the light extinguished, turning back into an ordinary rock.
Yet, the hexagrams would occasionally erge upon the stone, hinting at its extraordinariness.
As the jade bearing the hexagrams flew away, the clouds of thunder in the sky gradually dispersed.
Su He descended and vanished, sinking back into the great river, his consciousness eagerly plunging into the Boundary Pearl.
Mountains, stones, hexagrams — the Dao foundation!
This was the pill White Spirit had refined for ten thousand years!
A foundation of the Dao!
Suddenly, Su He understood why White Spirit had shrunk him down into a Turtle Egg.
It was to rge with the White Jade Turtle Shell in unity, to stimulate the innate essence within and to break through the shell anew.
Although Heaven had not been opened, with the Dao foundation congealed, a space was stretched open, gripping a mountain’s shadow.
To Su He, this was a land of innate beginnings.
The Boundary Pearl spun rapidly, the Turtle Elent growing exponentially.
Within him, the Eternal Trigram radiated ceaselessly, corresponding distantly with the Eternal Trigram upon the Dao foundation.
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