Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 217 - 218 Chapter 222 Intention Moves Taichu

218: Chapter 222: Intention Moves Taichu 218: Chapter 222: Intention Moves Taichu The warm jade exuded warmth, a crystalline radiance glowed, its soft light flowing through Ye Fan’s fingers, bringing a serene tranquility, akin to walking under the hazy moonlight.

The Dao is vast and unknowable…

Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back, pondering this.

The Dao is formless, infinite; how can it be grasped?

Who can truly define it?

Standing silently for a long time, he approached the stone cave and touched the cold rock wall.

The ancient inscriptions, worn by time, were faint, soon to fade forever.

He used his finger as a pen, tracing those three lines of script over and over, his mind engaged with the ancient characters, contemplating the mindset of the Great Emperor No Beginning.

Ye Fan forgot everything else, standing solitary before the stone wall, his movements slowed, etching character by character with penetrating force, like the bright moon reflected in a still well, fixed before the Ancient Cave.

Time ebbed, seemingly reversed, as though he saw a figure submerged in dust and ashes, standing on the desolate ground.

He wished to walk forward, yet found there was no beginning, no end, never reaching the figure.

He knew it was—the Great Emperor No Beginning.

Ye Fan immersed himself in an exceedingly ethereal realm, his finger slowly carving, as if lifting a Great Mountain, heavy beyond measure.

Alas, he could never reach the figure dwelling at the world’s end, never seeing the Great Emperor No Beginning, merely an imprint erased by history.

The Emperor Jade in Ye Fan’s left hand grew increasingly hot.

The stone cave gently shook, with stone skin cracking and falling away.

The ancient jade’s splendor overflowed, streaming into the cave.

Stone fragments flew, and dust filled the air.

He stepped forward, as if under the starry sky of over 100,000 years ago.

This piece of Emperor Jade was indeed extraordinary, becoming increasingly radiant, eventually scorching hot, bathing the Ancient Cave in a bright, clear light.

It seemed a fragmented historical scroll unfolded before Ye Fan’s eyes; a phantom figure flickered, now visible, now hidden.

“Gazing to the end of the immortal path, I see no ancients before me, nor any successors behind me.

Alone, I stand at the pinnacle of clouds.” This was the imprint fixed by the Emperor Jade.

The words of the Great Emperor from over 100,000 years ago stirred one’s soul.

However, time was too distant; nothing could remain for long.

The broken scroll ultimately dispersed with the wind, leaving little behind.

“Vast as the seas, minute as dust, all things possess…” The voice ceased.

Ye Fan remained unmoved, carving letters in the void.

Just moments ago, he had sensed an inexplicable state of mind, an ethereal feeling that lingered even now.

An unknown amount of time had passed.

His entire body began to glow, and all his pores opened as if he were a jade figure, unstained by even a speck of dust, as though he had undergone a baptism.

After four full hours, Ye Fan slowly returned to clarity, awakening from that elusive Dao charm.

The No Beginning Scripture, I must obtain it!

He hadn’t heard the wondrous technique, but the leftover imprint still conveyed a divine Dao charm; his spirit and body felt as if bathed in Holy Light, receiving an indescribable baptism.

Rumbling echoed as the rock wall collapsed, and Ye Fan had to retreat.

Turning back, the Ancient Cave had vanished.

In the blink of an eye, it had become a relic of the past.

He felt regretful; although he already knew the No Beginning Scripture wasn’t here, he was still somewhat disappointed.

The Emperor Jade continued to shine, not dimming.

He understood there was still something.

Stone cliffs towered, and short mountains stood one after another.

Immortal vines acted as bridges, linking steep precipices, tranquil and serene.

Ye Fan walked onward, passed stone mountains, and entered an area of flowers and grass, arriving at a secluded place.

“Who are you?” The people from Xuanyue Cave were alarmed; figures rushed over, shouting reprimands.

Ye Fan reached the back mountain, moving as if through an uninhabited realm.

With a flutter of his wide sleeves, he sent the approaching young disciples flying.

Holding the ancient jade, he searched forward by instinct.

“Quickly report to the Elders!

Someone has forcefully entered our Xuanyue Cave!” “A strong enemy has invaded and entered the back mountain of our Xuanyue Cave!” …