954: Chapter 270 Ji Feixue: That’s Not Me 954: Chapter 270 Ji Feixue: That’s Not Me The Tao originated from Guiwang Mountain, prospered from Mystery Yellow, and spread across All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms.
Guiwang Mountain is indeed the origin of everything.
Guiwang Mountain is not in Mystery Huang, not in All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms.
Like Mystery Yellow Cave Sky, its true location is elusive, above Mystery Huang there is only an entrance.
“Everyone thinks Guiwang Mountain is unfathomably mysterious, holding the Tao Rhythm of the world, the secrets of immortal paths, the Heavenly Court, the Netherworld…” In a primitive forest, a young Taoist leads a boy forward.
He explained as they walked.
The boy nodded continuously; to those who understood Guiwang Mountain, it was everything!
Even the Four Spirits Divine God Beast seemed lesser in front of Guiwang Mountain—the battles between Mystery Huang, Yuan Sovereign, and Seal Emperor were always decided by Guiwang Mountain.
The attitude of Mystery Huang toward All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms also stemmed from Guiwang Mountain.
Perhaps the Four Spirits Divine God Beast matched or even surpassed Guiwang Mountain in combat power, but none ever thought of challenging its status—even if Guiwang Mountain itself would welcome it.
The young Taoist chuckled, “It’s not that mystical!”
“It’s just that people don’t understand Guiwang Mountain and think we’re being mysterious,” the young Taoist shook his head and laughed.
The boy, full of disbelief, said, “Brother, don’t scare me, Guiwang Mountain is our ancestral home!”
The young Taoist burst into laughter: “People really don’t understand Guiwang Mountain!” He looked at the boy, laughing, “People don’t even know what Guiwang Mountain is!”
Laughing, he pointed toward a large mountain ahead: “That is Guiwang Mountain!”
Following his pointing hand, the boy looked toward the large mountain.
Through the portal of Guiwang Mountain in Mystery Huang, once one enters, they could see three large mountains in this place.
The three mountains were equally majestic, indistinguishable in rank.
Originally thought to be like ordinary mountain ranges, these were three peaks on Guiwang Mountain, which one of them was really Guiwang Mountain?
On Guiwang Mountain, a Tai Chi Diagram faintly manifested, resembling the halo behind a Bodhisattva’s head in the Buddha World, mysteriously appearing at the mountain’s peak.
“Brother, this is Guiwang Mountain, then what are the other two?”
Just like typical sects, the main peak might share the sect’s name, and the branches have their own fame?
The young Taoist bowed toward the mountain peak on the left and then introduced, “This is Xuanting!” He then bowed to another mountain, saying, “This is Zhenyou!”
Xuanting Mountain was towering, with peak upon peak layered, surrounded by Cloud Mist, with dozens of islands floating around the summit, orbiting Xuanting.
Light shone between the islands, invoking a sense of insignificance in the onlooker, as if even gods should kneel at this mountain’s base.
Zhenyou Mountain, however, was much quieter, with only a river like a ribbon suspended around the mountain.
This depth made even the clouds seem silent.
The three large mountains were arranged in a品 shape, Xuanting soaring, Zhenyou solid, Guiwang serene.
Despite the distinct shapes of the three mountains, they gave the boy a bizarre feeling.
Wang Fu Stone?
It was probably this feeling, just three mountains, but it made the boy feel as if they were anxiously waiting for something.
“Brother, are Xuanting and Zhenyou branches of Guiwang Mountain?” the boy asked.
The young Taoist laughed, his eyes holding a hint of mystery: “I can’t tell you that; you need to pass through the Moon-Questioning Gate and become an official disciple to know.”
As he spoke, he pointed toward a gate in front of the three mountains—a mere common stone arch, shaky and crumbling as they spoke, with stones from the arch falling.
The boy looked at the stone arch with longing, then his eyes lit up with fighting spirit as he looked at the young Taoist and asked, “Brother, I passed nine challenges to become an outsider disciple of Guiwang Mountain, to become an official disciple, do I just need to pass the Moon-Questioning Gate?
What challenges does the gate hold?”
The young Taoist blinked, looking down at him, “There is no such thing as outer disciples in Guiwang Mountain—if there were, all cultivators in All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms would be outer disciples of Guiwang Mountain.”
The young Taoist looked puzzled: “So, junior brother.
What challenge did you face?
I wondered why you were so haughty, banging the Ascending Immortal Drum and boldly claiming you had entered the mountain; I thought some master was neglecting his duties, even taking a disciple during battle.”
The boy was stunned at first, then looked at the young Taoist in disbelief, gradually his face turned red, then from extreme red to deathly pale.
His mouth opened and closed, but he could not utter a word.
He was initially mortified but then suddenly thought he could not become a disciple of Guiwang Mountain, leading to despair and heart-wrenching pain.
The young Taoist patted his shoulder, “No worries, no worries!
Perhaps some senior from Guiwang Mountain had set up the trial for disciples long ago, but has since perished, hence you succeeded in the challenges but no one came to take you as a disciple.”
Consoling him, the young Taoist said, “Since you have come to Guiwang Mountain, why not try entering the Moon-Questioning Gate?
Guiwang Mountain doesn’t ask about your origins; as long as you can strike the Ascending Immortal Drum, you are qualified to enter the Moon-Questioning Gate, and once you pass, you are a disciple of Guiwang Mountain.”
The boy suddenly looked up at the young Taoist, first shocked then filled with boundless joy.
Overjoyed, yet suddenly worried, he said, “Brother… fellow Daoist… senior…”
He suddenly didn’t know how to address him.
The young Taoist smiled and said, “Just call me ‘brother.’ In All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, cultivators of similar age meeting those from Guiwang Mountain can call them ‘brother.'”
The boy breathed a sigh of relief, still worried, “Brother mentioned the masters are at war…
Are the masters not around?
Does overcoming the Moon-Questioning Gate still count then?”
His voice grew quieter and quieter.
The young Taoist laughed heartily, “Yes, they went to war!
Those folks from Seal Emperor Great World took advantage of some rats causing trouble in the East Sea, creating Wind and Wave.
The masters have all gone to guard Mystery Huang—But don’t worry, even if there is no one in Guiwang Mountain, as long as you pass the Moon-Questioning Gate, you are a bona fide disciple of our sect, and even the Sect Leader True Person can’t deny it, so decreed by the Taoist Ancestor!”