You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 500: Integration into the Fourth Heaven
In the picture that Ah Xiong saw, the ancient trees were towering, with luxuriant branches and leaves, blocking out the sun. The sunlight shone through the cracks, casting mottled light and shadows, like little elves dancing in the forest. The breeze blew, and the leaves rustled, as if telling stories of thousands of years. There was a thick layer of fallen leaves under his feet, which made a dull sound when he stepped on it. Every step seemed to be stepping on the weight of history.

A clear stream meanders through the forest, the sound of water gurgling, interweaving with the singing of birds and insects into a primitive symphony. By the stream, wild flowers bloom in colorful and fragrant colors, attracting butterflies and bees to shuttle busily among them. Occasionally, a deer vigilantly pokes its head out of the bushes, drinks water carefully, and then quickly disappears into the depths of the dense forest.

The tall tree trunks were covered with ivy and moss, as if the years had left their marks on them. In the hollow of a tree, an owl rested peacefully, its eyes sharp and deep, monitoring the movements in the forest. Suddenly, a squirrel quickly shuttled between the branches, startling a flock of birds and breaking the tranquility of the forest.

The deeper you go into the forest, the thinner the light becomes. The huge trees are covered with dense bushes and vines, making it almost impossible to pass through. This place is full of mystery and unknowns, and every movement may hide ancient secrets.

In this primitive ancient forest, life grows silently and death also occurs silently. A fallen tree, its decaying body becomes new soil, where countless microorganisms thrive and transform death into new life. In this ancient forest, all living things follow the laws of nature and live forever.

As time goes by, the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the treetops and sprinkles on every inch of land, and the whole forest is dyed with a layer of golden brilliance. The primitive ancient forest appears more mysterious against the backdrop of the setting sun, as if this is not only a vibrant natural landscape, but also a mysterious world leading to ancient legends.

The small piece of land I owned at that time was desolate. On the barren land, the sparse grass and trees barely maintained life, and even the wind howled here, carrying dust and sadness. I once dragged my heavy steps to look for food in this desolate place, and their roars echoed in the empty sky and earth, which seemed particularly desolate.

Here, there are no prosperous cities, no rich products, only endless deserts and the wailing of the indigenous monsters. Their homeland was once so prosperous, with rich resources and fertile land, but after a strong occupation, they have nothing. The monsters are struggling on the edge of starvation, their eyes are full of despair.

Despite this, Ah Xiong herself did not give up on survival. She was still trying hard to find food and fight for survival. Her figure seemed particularly lonely in the desolate land, but she still persisted and did not give up any hope.

Even though the giant wolf took away a lot of territory, Ah Xiong never gave up, leaving deep footprints on the wasteland, and his figure was looming in the wind and sand. The occasional roar was full of power, as if telling of their unyielding spirit. Although the land has become barren, she still sticks to her home and fights for survival.

This is Ah Xiong's former territory, a desolate and tough land. Although it has lost its former prosperity, Ah Xiong still sticks to it, using her courage and strength to write her own life story.

Of course, he also went hungry for three days and had no food for the next meal, until thunder rolled in the sky, and he suddenly encountered a dragon egg, and that thrilling birth.
I vaguely recall that at that time, in the vast sky, surrounded by clouds and mist, thunderclouds covered the sky, and a young dragon was born in the golden light. His eyes were like the deep night sky inlaid with bright stars, flashing a light that did not belong to the mortal world. They were black and bright, as if they could see through all the truths in the world, but seemed to hide endless secrets. Every time he turned his eyes, it seemed as if a dragon's roar echoed in the sky.

There was a kingly aura in his brows, and his high, sword-like eyebrows gave him a handsome and extraordinary temperament. The golden sunlight sprinkled on him, making his outline more distinct, as if it was a masterpiece condensed from the essence of heaven and earth. His nose was straight and his lip lines were clearly outlined, revealing an unquestionable firmness and strength.

The dragon boy's hair is as light as flowing clouds. He stands straight and calmly, showing the nobility and dignity of the dragon clan. His long hair falls on his shoulders like a waterfall, and every strand of hair seems to contain the coolness of mountain springs and the fragrance of the earth.

The surrounding environment complements his temperament. The top of the mountain is filled with clouds and mist, like a fairyland. The sky in the distance is dyed a light golden red by the sunset, and the sun is slowly sinking in the sky, covering this mysterious world with a layer of gorgeous brocade.

The dragon boy seemed to be in deep thought, or waiting. His existence itself was an unsolved mystery, attracting every creature who was lucky enough to see him, wanting to find out. However, there was always a subtle melancholy on his face, as if it was the precipitation of thousands of years, or the confusion about the future destiny.

In this mysterious world, the figure of the dragon boy is particularly eye-catching. Every movement and every glance he makes reveals a temperament that transcends the world, making people want to explore the story deep in his heart.

Of course, until now Ah Xiong didn't know that they were the dragon clan. It was only because of the pressure of blood that he surrendered to Jiang Qiu at the beginning. Later, he lived a good life with enough food to eat with him, and became his mount. Gradually, he became stronger to the current level and even came to the high sky that countless creatures dream of, which is the fourth heaven.

"If there were no master, how could I see so many beautiful views?"

As this thought came to mind, the memories in Ah Xiong's mind changed. The boy's appearance was growing, and the traces of time were left behind by the growth rings. It seemed that all the experiences were dissipated like clouds and smoke, and he arrived at the scene of the demon clan seen in the fourth heaven.

When the east was already bright, the first drop of spiritual dew fell on the mossy rocks. A thin mist floated among the branches of the ancient sycamore trees, and the aerial roots that had been hanging for thousands of years were soaked in the morning light, like tassels soaked in emerald. A young girl walked towards the spiritual spring on a stone path covered with evening primrose. Every blade of grass touched by her bare feet trembled slightly, and the starlight flowing in the leaf veins had not yet completely faded, leaving a cool feeling like ice crystals on the arches of her feet.

After turning around the Nine-Turn Wisteria Corridor, the outline of the Moonlight Spring is looming in the morning mist. This is an upside-down sycamore tree, with its roots tangled on the dome-like rock wall. Clear springs gush out from the main roots, drawing seven silver silk-like water curtains in the air. The water drops fall into the jade-lined lotus pond below, splashing not ordinary water, but tiny pieces of moonlight, which bloom into a translucent epiphyllum shape the moment they touch the water surface.

"Did someone come to heal again last night?" The girl stroked the still warm bluestone by the pool, on which silver-blue scales remained. Several koi floated up from the bottom of the water, bringing with them pieces of sycamore leaves. The morning dew on the leaves condensed into words: "At three quarters past the hour of Mao, the white dragon took away three hu of moon essence." As its tail fin swayed slightly, the words turned into colorful bubbles and floated into the air.

When the sun rose above the treetops, the entire holy land woke up. The stardust flower sea in the southwest corner began to play the morning song, and thousands of lily-of-the-valley buds bloomed one after another, and each petal seemed to be cut from starlight. The flower spirits emerged from the core, only the size of a thumb, transparent as crystal, and the phosphorus powder they scattered when they fluttered their wings refracted rainbow colors in the sun. Together, they lifted the honey brewed by the morning dew and sent it to the tree houses everywhere - those houses hanging on the ancient vines would move with the shadows of the sun, and at this moment they were slowly sliding towards the shade along the golden light.

Smoke rises from the terrace in the canopy, but it is not the smell of firewood in the mortal world. The fox tribe of Qingqiu is roasting the newly picked Wujian tea. The tea leaves are stretched and curled in the plain clay pot, and the steaming clouds condense into the shape of a nine-tailed fox in the air. The clear sound of chimes can be heard from the other side of the river. It is the old man of the Black Turtle tribe knocking on the carapace. Those naturally grown bone plates can produce the twelve musical notes, and the one playing at this moment is "Spring Stream Sound".

The girl climbed up the observatory along the spiral aerial roots, where she could see the whole picture of the holy land. The mirror lake in the north reflected the flowing clouds, and sometimes mermaids broke out of the water, with the night-shining pearls in their hair plowing out the bright Milky Way on the water surface. On the rock wall a hundred feet high on the east side, the girls of the Xuanniao tribe were drying their brocades. The mermaid silk dyed with the morning glow was spread out, and the whole cliff was flowing with golden red light waves when the mountain wind passed by.

When the sun shines at its brightest at noon, all living things will temporarily avoid the glare. The leaves of the ancient sycamore trees automatically fold into umbrellas, casting emerald shade on the ground. The hammock woven with vines sways gently, and a sleeping cat demon lies on it, its belly rising and falling with its snoring, and its fur is still stained with the pollen of Impatiens collected in the morning. The girl leans on the cushions in the tree hole study, watching the sunlight shine through the crystal window panes to create a star map on the ground, and the demon text on the bamboo slips automatically flows, telling the story of the oath of all races in the prehistoric era.

At 3:30 pm, a silver bell-like laughter suddenly came from the southwest corner. Without looking, you can tell that it must be those little flower fairies who have just transformed and are playing around again. They always like to hide behind the thick leaves of the staghorn ferns, and when the crane boy passes by, they suddenly shake off their sweet pollen. The teased boy is not angry, but takes out pine nut candy from under his wings and gives it to them. The white clothes are stained with crimson pollen, which makes them look like peach blossoms.

At dusk, the entire holy land began to radiate another kind of brilliance. The water curtain of the Moonlight Spring was stained with a light purple, and the falling moonlight condensed into beads, which were caught by the black rabbits who had been waiting for a long time on jade plates. These white beads would automatically roll towards the direction of the injured creatures - at this moment, three or two of them were floating towards the Mirror Lake. It must be that a mermaid had his tail fin injured by a giant clam while collecting pearls.

When the first star lit up, every leaf of the ancient sycamore tree became a resonating string. The night wind blew, and the clear music echoed with the low hum of the stardust flowers. I often saw Mr. Bai Ze walking slowly through the forest at this time, his long snow-white hair winding on the ground. Where the hair tip swept past, the dormant fungi opened their umbrellas and revealed the fluorescent fungus folds. This great demon who knows everything always stays at the roots of the trees, and touches the spiritual patterns that record the annual rings with his horns, so those ancient memories turn into fireflies, flickering in the night.

At the quietest moment of midnight, the heart of the holy land began to beat. At the densest root system of the ancient sycamore, a group of emerald-colored halo flickered with breathing. This is the spiritual core of the holy land. On every full moon night, the elders of each tribe would hold a bloodline ceremony here. Although it was not the new moon or full moon at this moment, one could still see a shadowy shape flowing in the halo - perhaps an ancestor was reminiscing, or perhaps the prototype of the future was being nurtured.

The girl often thought that this kind of lasting peace might be the most gentle gift from heaven and earth to all living things. When the bluebird at dawn brings the morning light again, the dew on the spider web will be strung into a necklace of stars and moons, and the light and shadows that shuttle through the forest will weave a new legend.

When the ripples appeared in the Jade Lotus Pond, the girl knew that the mermaids from Mirror Lake had come to take the moonlight marrow again. They slid into the spring with their pearly tails, and the fluorescent water plants entangled in their hair shone against the moonlight. The leading mermaid elder held out a vessel carved from a conch shell, and the moonlight marrow turned into the Milky Way and poured into it. This scene always reminded the girl of the rainstorm a hundred years ago. When the war between the human race spread to the East China Sea, it was these gentle creatures who used the moonlight marrow to weave a barrier to protect the entire Coral Sea.

Before the morning mist dissipated, the sound of metal hitting stone could be heard from Luming Stream. The craftsmen of the Black Turtle Clan were tempering star iron. Their shells were natural furnaces, and the eight trigrams on their backs flickered with their breathing. The girl had seen them making a wedding crown for the leader of the Black Bird Clan. When the essence of the meteorite melted into the red gold, the entire forging table was shrouded in rainbows, and on the crown that was finally formed, each gem was chanting a different blessing.

The most lively event is the firefly banquet on midsummer night. The ancient sycamore trees will drop thousands of glowing aerial roots, decorating the holy land into a glass world. The flower fairies hold honey wine brewed with morning dew, and the fox tribe dances a sacrificial dance. The fragrant wind brought by the fluttering sleeves can intoxicate the entire bamboo forest. At the banquet last year, the girl saw with her own eyes a peach tree that had just awakened its wisdom transform into a dance. The brilliance of the peach tree when it stretched out its branches dimmed the stars in the sky for a moment.

These memories are stored in the annual rings of the holy land. Whenever the moonlight flows through the spiritual patterns in the heart of the tree, the past will turn into a concrete picture and reappear in the mist. Mr. Bai Ze said that this is the way for the demons to continue their bloodline - not through bamboo slips and silk books, but by engraving memories into the spiritual veins of heaven and earth. As long as the roots of the ancient sycamore are still in Qingqiu, those lost ballads will always hum in the morning breeze and eventually be invisibly recorded in the library.

Yes, memories will be remembered, and the beauty of this world will be recorded forever. There is no disaster, no pain, everything is peaceful, as if born peacefully, as if the years have passed, and only the wind has brushed across the cheeks.

But, maybe she had forgotten something. The girl looked up at the starry sky. Countless stars were twinkling, but some stars were dimming.
(End of this chapter)