95: The Way need not be judged by its high or low.
After conversing with Fuxi for a while, Qing Wu felt a sense of kinship.
This feeling initially stemmed from Fuxi's mature and stable personality, like that of a seasoned gentleman.
It seemed that because Fuxi had worried about Nüwa for many years, he naturally developed a reassuring temperament.
Qing Wu was the same, and the two shared much in common.
At the same time, among Fuxi's cultivation was the Path of Sound, which invisibly added a topic of conversation for the two.
The two of them began a unique Dao Discussion using rhythm and melody.
In the stone pavilion outside Phoenix Perch Valley, the two sat facing each other.
Fuxi took out an ancient zither and placed it on the table.
The body of the zither was like jade throughout, yet it faintly shimmered with a metallic luster; the strings were neither silk nor metal, but were actually condensed from gathered starlight.
Every string and every note seemed capable of triggering a resonance with the Zhou Tian Star Dou.
Qing Wu's eyes flickered slightly; this should be the Fuxi Zither.
No wonder it was said that Fuxi had a certain connection with the famous Zhou Tian Star Array, and there were rumors that this array was comprehended by Fuxi and Dijun together.
"Fellow Daoist, please look." Fuxi lightly plucked with his fingertips, and a clear, resonant zither note rippled out.
Wherever the sound waves passed, the vegetation actually swayed gracefully, and even the mountain streams changed their flow to harmonize with the zither's sound.
This was not just simple melodic control, but entering the Dao through sound, directly communicating with the Origin of all things.
Combined with Fuxi's primary cultivation in the Path of Heavenly Secrets, through these sounds from all things, he might be able to deduce the development trajectories of everything and thus catch a glimpse of the Heavenly Secrets.
However, while he succeeded because of Heavenly Secrets, he was also limited by them.
Having mastered too many Heavenly Secrets and glimpsed the voices of all things, he did not realize that the voice of his own heart was the hardest to master, and his own fate the most difficult to deduce.
It was no wonder that in the original great trend, no matter how unparalleled Fuxi's calculations were, it was still hard for him to foresee his own fate of entering the tribulation.
As the piece finished, the Heavenly River descended, stars shifted, and the Qi movement was limitless. Various phenomena had already emerged around the two of them.
"Wonderful!" Qing Wu couldn't help but praise, taking out the Six Roots of Purity Flute from his sleeve. "I also have a piece; please critique it, Fellow Daoist."
Qing Wu held the Six Roots of Purity Flute to his lips, and a clear sound flowed slowly like a gurgling stream.
This flute sound did not stir the Zhou Tian Star Dou like Fuxi's zither, but it carried a clarity that pierced the heart, as if it could wash away all the dust of the world.
When Fuxi first heard this sound, his fingertips were still on the strings, but he suddenly felt his mind tremble.
This flute sound contained a unique Dao of "Stillness"—not the stillness of death, but the stillness of all things returning to their true nature.
Furthermore, the flute sound seemed to have the ability to clear the mind and extinguish desires, actually sweeping away the mental burden he had accumulated over years of deducing Heavenly Secrets.
Surrounded by this clear sound, he seemed to see his truest self deep within—the self that was not trapped by Heavenly Secrets and purely pursued the Great Dao.
That Dao Heart, which had been clouded by years of deducing Heavenly Secrets, was now gradually becoming clear in the sound of the flute.
Fuxi's pupils contracted slightly, and his fingers on the strings moved unconsciously with the flute sound, joining in a duet.
At this moment, his zither music no longer sought resonance with the stars, but tried to follow the rhythm of the flute to find that deep inner peace.
The Dao need not be judged by high or low; the Path of Melody emphasizes "harmony," regardless of differences in understanding or gaps in cultivation.
As long as both parties' hearts are connected, they can always find a wonderful balance and respond to each other.
At this very moment, the two had reached this Realm.
The two types of melody intertwined in the air, creating a marvelous resonance.
Fuxi's zither music was like a vast galaxy of stars, while Qing Wu's flute sound was like a clear spring in a secluded valley; one firm and one soft, yet unexpectedly harmonious and unified.
When the last note fell, Fuxi let out a long breath, feeling his mind clearer than ever before.
He solemnly cupped his hands to Qing Wu: "Discussing the Dao with you today is better than several kalpas of bitter cultivation."
"Hearing your flute music, I realize I was too obsessed with 'observing the heavens' in the past, forgetting that 'observing the heart' is the Foundation."
Qing Wu put away his bamboo flute and smiled: "You overstate it, Fellow Daoist. Melody is inherently a carrier of the Great Dao; if it can help you gain insight, that is its own destiny."
...On the other side, in Phoenix Perch Valley, the Dao Discussion between Yuan Feng and Nüwa was also proceeding quite smoothly.
They were even more harmonious than Qing Wu and Fuxi—literally harmonious, as they were already huddled together, calling each other sisters.
Yuan Feng and Nüwa sat together, the dao rhyme around them blending like milk and water.
Nüwa lightly raised her fair hand, and a wisp of Creation Qi outlined the embryonic forms of all living beings in the air.
Yuan Feng tapped her fingertip, injecting a spiritual light of life into these phantoms.
The powers of creation belonging to the two of them were now harmoniously intertwined, actually gestating strange beings, half-illusory and half-real, in the void.
More dao rhyme appeared, forming a magnificent scroll of dao rhyme in the void.
Crimson-gold flames and turquoise spiritual light spiraled upward like two dragons; wherever they passed, everything underwent a transformation.
A seven-colored glow rose above the clear spring at the bottom of the valley, and every splashing water droplet turned into a tiny Fire Phoenix flapping its wings in mid-air before instantly changing back into clear dew.
Fine patterns appeared on the surface of the stubborn rocks on the shore, with a totem of Phoenix feathers branded on the left side.
The blending of the two auras even stirred the Foundation of Phoenix Perch Valley.
The Spiritual Qi in the earth veins spontaneously condensed into droplets of Creation Nectar, sprinkling onto the earth.
The divine birds in the valley watched in stunned silence.
The Phoenix Lord, who was majestic in their impression, was now as close to someone as an ordinary sister, while Nüwa, who was always dignified, had a bit more liveliness between her brows.
Nüwa was naturally very delighted by Yuan Feng's arrival, even wanting her to stay and cultivate together.
But Nüwa's strength was insufficient, so the strategy of "catching the Phoenix and bringing her home" naturally failed.
But she did not give up there, instead lowering her posture and beginning to plead.
"Phoenix Sister, how about staying in my Phoenix Perch Valley from now on? The two of us sisters will surely be able to manage this place better."
When she said this, Nüwa completely failed to consider the opinion of the other unknown Innate Sacred Being.
"I'm afraid that's not possible..." At this point, Yuan Feng suddenly remembered her Innate Spiritual Root, whom she had temporarily forgotten.
Perhaps because she was used to the two being inseparable, his sudden absence caused a sudden surge of emotion.
She clenched her palm; inside lay a green leaf, faintly emitting a reassuring aura.
"Why not?" Nüwa continued to ask.
"Fuxi won't mind; he'll find another Dao Field when the time comes."
Yuan Feng shook her head with a smile. "How about this, sister: why don't you come and stay at my Immortal Volcano sometime? My place is very large."
"If you come, sister, you certainly won't feel bored."
"This..." Nüwa fell into deep thought...