Chen Yuan followed some kind of induction and flew to the outskirts of Qingshan County.
The mountains and forests passed by his side, and his figure, like a ghost, silently arrived at a stream a dozen miles away.
Amidst the murmuring waters, atop a green stone in the water there sat a goat-bearded old man.
At this moment, the old man was closing his eyes, his lips moving rapidly as if reciting something.
Then, he flicked both sleeves.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"
Page after page of scripture coalesced and flew out, spinning mid-air, encircling in layers.
After that, the tiny characters on those pages seemed to come alive, wriggling out of the scrolls like tadpoles, flickering uncertainly.
But the characters each had different manifestations.
Some of the characters were faintly glowing with golden light.
Some swirled together, yet could not take shape.
One moment turning into weapons, the next vaguely forming human shapes.
Like tearing clouds, the shapes floated aimlessly.
