The cobblestone path winds its way through the bamboo forest, with the emerald bamboo on both sides swaying gently in the breeze, its leaves rustling as if whispering some ancient secret.
Chen Ping walked behind Yun Yi, his purple eyes scanning the surroundings. He could sense that every bamboo stalk in this bamboo forest was not an ordinary plant, but rather a component of some kind of formation.
The roots of the bamboo intertwine underground to form a huge network, gathering the spiritual energy of the entire valley together to form a natural spirit-gathering array.
The method of arranging this formation is extremely sophisticated. It cannot be set up overnight. Rather, it has taken tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years of accumulation and evolution to form the current pattern.
The Taoist tradition has a far deeper foundation than Chen Ping imagined.
The three walked along the bluestone path for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. The bamboo forest gradually thinned out, and a bluestone archway appeared in front of them.
The archway is about three zhang high and consists of two huge stone pillars and a crossbeam. The stone pillars are covered with Taoist runes, and the crossbeam is inscribed with four ancient characters: “Qingyun Cave Heaven”.
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