MM Racing Chapter 2 Tianfang Valley
Chapter 2 Tianfang Valley
Tianfang Valley, located in the heart of Jizhou in the Central Region, is a renowned sacred land in the Kunlun Realm. Legend has it that during the Middle Ages, deities lived in seclusion here, comprehending the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. This valley was originally the foundation of Tianfang Pavilion, a sacred Daoist power in the Central Region. A hundred years ago, the pavilion master, confident in his profound cultivation, challenged Ling Che, the new leader of the Moon Worshiping Demonic Cult, and ultimately suffered a crushing defeat. Tianfang Valley subsequently changed hands, becoming a secret subordinate force under Ling Che's control.
The valley is perpetually shrouded in mist, its spiritual energy so dense it's almost liquefied. Everywhere you look, exotic flowers and rare herbs vie for attention, ancient sacred trees flourish with lush foliage, their branches adorned with colorful birds, and snow-white beasts roam freely. A babbling brook meanders through the valley, its waters tinkling and melodious, creating a scene of ethereal beauty. In the center of the valley lies a vast, black pool, known as the Night Pool. Its waters are as deep as ink, their bottom unseen. Occasionally, golden fish leap from the surface, creating a trail of shimmering spray before disappearing back into the pool without a trace.
Beside the pool, a withered tree stump, its bark cracked and branches decayed and blackened, stood silently, devoid of any sign of life. Ling Che, dressed in white, sat leisurely atop it, a bronze wine jug in his hand, the wine clear and fragrant. His eyes were lowered as he gazed at the woman in a black dress sitting cross-legged not far away, a faint smile playing on his lips.
The woman was none other than Xi Yin. Her slender hands lightly plucked the strings, her fingertips dancing across the strings, and the music rose gently, initially soft and melodious, like a spring breeze caressing willow branches, like a gentle rain nourishing new seedlings, slowly flowing across every inch of Tianfang Valley. Gradually, the music rose and fell, sometimes soaring like an eagle soaring through the sky, sometimes murmuring like a secluded spring, perfectly harmonizing with the natural rhythms of heaven and earth.
The creatures in the valley seemed to be awakened by the music. Flowers, grasses, and trees swayed gently, stretching their branches to the melody. Birds on the branches sang in harmony with the music, and forest beasts strolled over, sitting around Xiyin, heads bowed and eyes closed, completely absorbed. Even the water in the night pool rippled gently with the rhythm of the music.
As the song ended, its lingering melody echoed through the air, lingering for a long time.
Ling Che took a sip of wine and laughed loudly, "Xi Yin, it seems that your path to life has made great progress recently, and you are only a step away from perfection."
Upon hearing this, Xi Yin slowly raised her eyes. She was originally an orphan from a small country in the Southern Region. During a year of war, both her parents died, and as a young child, she mingled among the refugees, often starving and wandering aimlessly. If Ling Che hadn't passed through the Southern Region and rescued her from the brink of starvation, she would likely have become a lost soul in the chaotic world. Over the years, Ling Che not only taught her cultivation methods but also instructing her in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, treating her like a teacher and a father. Now, hearing the praise, a bright smile instantly bloomed on her delicate and pure face, like a lotus emerging from the water. The beauty in her eyes and brows was like the rising sun shining on the snow-capped mountain peak, breathtakingly beautiful.
"Teacher, you flatter me." Xi Yin blushed slightly and said softly, "Although I have accumulated 990,000 paths in my Dao of Life, and am only one step away from the perfect state of one million paths, I have been searching for this last opportunity for many days, but I have not been able to comprehend it. I hope that you can guide me."
Upon hearing this, Ling Che slowly rose to his feet. He stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering, the sacred rules surrounding him subtly appearing yet remaining invisible. "Your accumulation is already sufficient; what you lack is merely a moment of sudden enlightenment to break through this impasse. Today, I will lend you a hand. Just watch closely."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his finger, and a wisp of light flashed from his fingertip, gently touching the withered tree stump beneath him.
hum-
A barely audible tremor emanated from deep within the tree stump.
The next moment, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded. A tender, vibrant green bud suddenly sprouted from the top of the previously decayed, black, and withered tree stump. The bud stretched and grew at a visible speed, branching out and spreading its leaves. In the blink of an eye, it had grown into a graceful sapling, with lush branches and leaves, full of greenery. Tiny pink and white flowers even bloomed on the branches, emitting a delicate fragrance.
But this vibrant scene did not last long. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the leaves of the sapling began to turn yellow and wither, the flowers on the branches fell, and the trunk gradually rotted and turned black, eventually turning back into a withered stump, as if the vitality just now was only a fleeting dream.
Between flourishing and decay, there is a complete cycle of reincarnation.
This seemingly simple cycle of withered trees blooming again and then withering again reveals Ling Che's ultimate understanding of the Way of Life. The rules of countless sacred paths of life intertwine and weave this miniature picture of reincarnation, where the splendor of life and the silence of death, rise, development, transition, and conclusion, are all contained in a single thought.
Xi Yin stared blankly at the scene before her, her mind instantly sinking into a state of enlightenment. She could clearly feel the vast and magnificent rules of life flowing between the changing seasons. If her own understanding of the Dao of Life was a drop of water in the ocean, then what Ling Che displayed was the entire boundless ocean. She dared not be distracted in the slightest, immersing herself completely in it, fearing that if she were not careful, her "drop of water" would be completely assimilated by that "ocean" and lose her Dao heart.
As time passed, Xi Yin's aura became increasingly clear, and a faint green light flowed around her, a sign that the path of life was about to be perfected.
Seeing this, Ling Che shook his head and chuckled slightly. He bent down to pick up the scroll he had placed on the tree stump and slowly walked towards the library deep in the valley, muttering to himself, "The Dao of Life is perfected. In this way, Xi Yin has the foundation to condense the third-grade Saintly Intent in the Great Saint Realm. I wonder what realm my other avatars' disciples have reached now..."
Ling Che cultivated a secret technique of an ancient Celestial Venerable from the Kunlun Realm, splitting his soul essence into four parts to cultivate four unique arts of the Kunlun Realm, four different paths. Perhaps by achieving the unity of these four extremes, Ling Che could overcome the Heavenly Barrier and become a Dao Ancestor. This current clone is Ling Che's Confucian-Dao clone, primarily cultivating the Kunlun Realm's Confucian-Dao unique art, "Hun Yuan Wan Xiang Lu," a unique art created by the fourth Confucian Ancestor of the Kunlun Realm. On the surface, Ling Che's martial arts cultivation is at the peak of the Great Sage level, but in reality, his spiritual power cultivation has already surpassed the eightieth level, making him a Spiritual Power Master, even approaching the eighty-fifth level of the "One Thought Decides the World" realm.
Ling Che's other avatars went to the Hell Realm, or to other great worlds or powerful forces within the Heavenly Court Realm, such as the Five Elements Temple and the Temple of Truth. All the other avatars have also become gods. A hundred years ago, Ling Che's four avatars returned to the Kunlun Realm, each selecting several disciples to train in preparation for the upheaval tens of thousands of years later.
Lost in thought, Ling Che's figure gradually faded into the distance, eventually disappearing into the thick mist of the valley. Only the withered tree stump stood silently, the pool water murmured, and the lingering melody of the zither still drifted gently above Tianfang Valley.