Chapter 330 Just as How Spring Had Met Winter (1/2)

The temple was located on top of the cliff, and there was a cave behind of it. Shen Lian could see the cave with his mind.

He no longer relied on his eyes to perceive the world anymore. This seemed to be one of the signs that marked him as different from a normal human being; in fact, he felt as though he had become a unique existence that was disconnected and connected to the world at the same time.

The fleeting feeling flashed past. What he felt was no coincidence.

There were plenty of immortal Zhenrens who resided on Zifu Peak. In fact, there were plenty who transcended beyond the mortal world. To mortals, this was known as ”heavenwards levitation”.

Hints of their vital force were left behind and the plants were exposed to these. Despite that hundreds and thousands of years had passed, there were still some traceable signs. The younger disciples who had attained the state of immortality such as Shen Lian, were able to resonate with them.

The predecessors were succeeded by their successors, and the legacy of Qing Xuan was passed on as such.

Shen Lian reached an epiphany that Zifu Peak was the most important place in the whole of Qing Xuan, as there were many immortal Zhenrens who once resided here.

This was probably what people meant when they said it was not important for the mountain to be tall, as its spirituality derived not from its heights but from the presence of celestials.

He hid his own vital force and did not use any spells. He walked up the cliff step by step, and a yellow tree leaf fell from above. It touched his head gently before flying further away. Eventually, it fell into the stream and floated gently. At last, it was blocked off by the rocks in the stream and started circling downwards before sinking into the mud at the bottom of the stream.

Perhaps after some time, the leaf would be one with the mud and changed from the element of wood into that of the earth.

Wood was a sign of life, whilst earth nurtured all form of life.

Shen Lian slowed down his pace. Every step that he took was followed by signs of greenery; a budding plant would emerge from the earth and grow at a significant rate. Eventually, they bloomed and wilted. It did not take long before they returned to the earth as dust and sand again.

All of these happened at the time of a few breaths.

Every step he took signified a cycle of reincarnation. What was scarier was the fact that he did not disturb the Qi of heaven and earth at all. It was as though all these took place inconspicuously in accordance with the Dao rhythm.

Shen Lian walked past the stream, the treacherous path; surrounded by the heavenly wind, he had arrived at the tall cliff.

This was where he first saw Gu Caiwei use Taixu Strategy. It was an important day in his life.

It had been twenty-six or twenty-seven years since that day.

Despite that Shen Lian had spent two lifetimes as a human, but the timespan of twenty-six or twenty-seven years was considered as long in his life. Time could change a lot of things, but Shen Lian was glad that he was still who he once was.

After seeing his true nature, he realized what it meant to be him, and he was no longer in doubt anymore.

Slowly, he walked into the hall and saw the portrait of Grandmaster Qingshui. The portrait was painted by the Grandmaster. In the past, he was only able to see the image of clouds and the reflection in the pond - it was empty and blurry. However, now he could see the pond and the reflection of the clouds in the pond clearly - it was clear and there was nothing else.

In the past, he did not see the mountains and waters for what they truly were.

Now, he finally recognized them for what they truly were.

Shen Lian stared at the portrait and left without a pause. He walked to the back of the hall and got through an intangible layer of restriction. He saw a cave.

His master was inside - the genius who attained Dao twice, Fairy Ziling.

Words could not do justice to her indescribable excellence and achievements.

The entrance to the cave was sealed off with a layer of Xuan ice. It looked thin and seemed to be only a few inches thick. One could peep past the Xuan ice and see the lady in purple behind it. She was beautiful and frail, and her complexion was clear and glowy.

As Shen Lian stared at her, he noticed that her clothes were turning green. She opened her eyes and stared ahead coldly.