"Living in a good land, the heart kind and deep; being benevolent, speaking sincerely; governance righteous, handling matters capably, moving at the right ti. Only by not contending, can one be blaless."
Following behind the young child, Mo Wangchen discovered that this so-called Holy Mountain was actually akin to a private school.
At this mont, not far ahead of him in an open area, dozens of students held scrolls, shaking their heads as they read aloud. A youth dressed similarly to a child stood in front of these students, overseeing them.
When Mo Wangchen passed by the open area with his companion, the overseeing child faced them, slightly bowed in respect, an indescribable deference.
"These are all children from the Longevity Domain, just recently brought to the Holy Mountain." The child leading the way explained to Mo Wangchen with a smile.
Mo Wangchen nodded. These children should only be a portion of them. On the Holy Mountain, there should be many more children like them.
The Holy Mountain was large, like an ancient city. Along the way, Mo Wangchen saw many scenes similar to the previous open area, with children aged from six to their teens, diligently learning.
"Those teachers instructing the children, are they also, like you, with Demigod Cultivation?" Mo Wangchen couldn’t resist asking.
On those overseers, he did not feel any presence of a cultivator, which wasn’t because they lacked cultivation. In Mo Wangchen’s view, it was because these people had excellently hidden their cultivation.
"We were once like these children, learning here. All are the teacher’s students. At twelve years old, everyone would be sent back ho, and those of us voluntarily chose to stay and help the teacher impart knowledge."
"Did the teacher teach you to cultivate?" Mo Wangchen was curious.
The child nodded, leading Mo Wangchen to a lakeside area, where there was no longer a private school. It was like a mountainside, with birds chirping clearly.
The two walked along the lakeside. To Mo Wangchen’s surprise, the lake’s waters contained Fish Dragons, their bodies leaping out of the water, struggling in the void as if trying to break free from water’s constraints and wander the skies.
"The teacher once said, all things in the world have spirit, whether grass, trees, eagles, birds, or fish in the water. All things are equal and have their own Dao. I have stayed on this Holy Mountain for twenty years, witnessing Fish Dragons ascend to heaven, transforming into Jiao, and the spirits of the grass and trees, deriving Dao Bodies."
"You just said you ca to the Holy Mountain at six years old, and now have only been here for twenty years?"
Mo Wangchen was astonished. How could this be? The child was a Demigod, does that not an he is only twenty-five or six now?
A twenty-five or six-year-old Demigod, if this were told, who would believe it?
The child smiled and nodded, seeing Mo Wangchen’s thoughts, yet he did not explain, but led Mo Wangchen to a wooden cabin.
From a distance, not far outside the cabin, a figure in white sat on a stool, holding a long rod, seemingly fishing. This was a young person not much different in age from Mo Wangchen.
"The teacher is over there, you may go over yourself."
The child stopped and did not dare to approach to disturb, but said to Mo Wangchen.
"What?!"
Hearing this, Mo Wangchen was shocked. This is the legendary teacher?
Such a youthful appearance, seemingly only a year or two older than himself. He originally thought the other was also a child, but never expected this was the very teacher who, at the Holy Emperor Xuansheng’s birthday banquet, had helped him back then?
The child left, and Mo Wangchen stood alone in place, not imdiately approaching the teacher.
He was extrely surprised internally, the person before him differed so much from his imagination, one who lived from the previous Era till now.
In Mo Wangchen’s view, the teacher should be an elderly person with white hair.
How could he have known, at this mont, upon truly seeing the other party, everything before his eyes completely overturned his perception.
"Returning to childhood?"
This thought first erged in his mind, yet even so, how many years have passed since the last Era?
More than millions of years!
Even a Holy Emperor couldn’t maintain youthful appearance for so long, right?
"Dong!"
In the silence, only to see the teacher quietly sitting by the lakeside, suddenly withdraw the fishing gear.
He gazed into the distance. In the lake, the once mirror-like calm water suddenly spawned ripples.
"Roar!"
Subsequently, a deep roar transmitted, like a sound wave, billowing Mo Wangchen’s clothing.
"Swoosh!"
At the next mont, from within the lake, a Fish Dragon leapt out, originally only the size of an arm, yet now, it suddenly expanded, ultimately becoming a hundred-foot Jiao Long.
This appeared as a dragon breaking through the sky, a sight that astonished Mo Wangchen. The Fish Dragon broke free from the bond of the lake, transforming into a Jiao, soaring in the heavens.
Although such things were recorded in ancient texts, no one had truly witnessed it personally.
Because for a Fish Dragon to transform into a Jiao, it requires more than a re day, needing to swallow Heaven and Earth’s essence, inhale and exhale for eons, to possibly succeed.
"The work of eons, swallowing the Heaven Youlong..."
By the lakeside, the teacher stood up, his gaze looking at the sky above where the Jiao Long, hundreds of feet long, hovered as he spoke again, "Rember, do not harm others, or I shall reclaim your Creation."
"Roar..."
The Jiao Long seed to possess intelligence, understanding his aning, and let out a low roar.
Mo Wangchen could see the reverence and gratitude in the dragon’s eyes, like those of pearls.
Afterwards, the Jiao Long soared into the sky and wandered away, its speed exceedingly fast, like a Kun or a Peng, surpassing Mo Wangchen’s imagination.
"These Fish Dragons being able to ascend and wander the skies, mostly because the lake water here was altered by the teacher, thus the dragon showed reverence and gratitude to the teacher."
"The child’s age just twenty-six, yet reaching Demigod, not because his talent astonished the ancients, but because this teacher possessed powers against the heavens, guiding a Demigod in rely twenty years..."
Mo Wangchen’s heart was shaken; he felt everything on this Holy Mountain was beyond his comprehension.
The world claid the Longevity Domain a mundane place, but now it seed, with this Holy Mountain, with these children, with this teacher’s existence, is the so-called mundane truly mundane?
He took a deep breath, finally stepped forward, and ca behind the teacher.
"Greetings, senior."
Mo Wangchen cupped his hands in respect, an admiration from the heart. Even a Holy Emperor had never made him show such deanor.
As his words fell, he slightly lifted his gaze, seeing the teacher retract his gaze from the distant sky.
He turned slowly, a fair and clean face, yet with deep eyes, seed to hold vicissitudes and ti.
Looking at Mo Wangchen, a smile appeared on his face, a smile that made Mo Wangchen feel familiar, yet exceedingly unfamiliar.
"Second Senior Brother, long ti no see..."
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