Chapter 1174: The Di, Xuanyuan
Chapter 1174: The Di, Xuanyuan
The commotion tonight alarmed several powerful cultivators from the training ground. Nonetheless, they left after seeing that members of Fortune Grotto and Repentance Temple had taken care of the assassins.
Feiyun and Yiyi were still on the altar. The former focused on the glowing jade statue. It was as if Shui Yueting was here in person.
The statue encompassed both beauty and an imposing presence.
He stroked his chin and asked: “Your Highness, I wish to know more about the Dao Ancestor Scripture. I know of a technique named Dao Heart Soul written in it, it is simply incredible. Could you tell me more about Dao Ancestor?”
Feiyun’s thought led him to something different despite staring at the statue.
Yiyi thought that Feiyun was testing her knowledge and responded earnestly: “This scripture is a comprehensive ancient text of the daoists with ten volumes. Each contains incredible techniques, just one is enough to research for a lifetime.”
“It’s not written by a single person but rather, generations of daoist sages compiling and fixing the essences of their branch.”
“There are many stories about Dao Ancestor, a legendary figure who had learned from Grand Saint Nuwa. Rumor has it he wrote several scriptures, Magnolia, Supreme, Paragon, and was the progenitor of Fortune Grotto.”
“Another popular belief is that Dao Ancestor is the progenitor of Yin Yang Grotto, Yin Yang Daoist, someone who is a righteous daoist during the day and an evil demon at night. This powerful daoist was revered as a sage during the day but at night, he committed the most heinous acts. The yin-yang dual cultivation art in Dao Ancestor Scripture and another version in the Eight Immemorial Arts were created by him as well. Due to his unsavory reputation, many trusted the progenitor of Fortune to be Dao Ancestor, not him despite his talent.”
Yiyi had a strong grasp on this topic. At this point, the other disciples have left to train, leaving behind the two of them to look like lovers during the night.
Feiyun finally stared at her and said: “Speaking of the Eight Immemorial Arts, it makes me think of another senior who wrote some of it, Di Zhong. Have you heard of him?”