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After a long while, Mo Wen finally came back to his senses from the shock. He quickly steadied himself and focused on the changes in the Void World. For about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, this world remained in a state of powerless silence.
"Is this it? What happened to the profound Kung Fu?" he couldn't help but murmur... still, there was only the silence of the void.
Sitting cross-legged in the world of books, Mo Wen fell into confusion. He had thought that after watching the World Origin, he could get to the main topic, but no matter how he operated, there was no response. Bored and restless, he decided to organize his insights instead. Since he couldn't continue, he might as well reflect on what he had learned; surely, there would be gains from such contemplation.
He replayed the incredibly profound images in his mind over and over again. Although the images grew increasingly blurry, Mo Wen felt that his understanding of the Yin Yang Principle was deepening continuously.
"Tai Chi refers to the time before heaven and earth were separated, when primordial energy was mixed as one. From the limitless emerges Tai Chi; Tai Chi moves to give rise to Yang, movement leads to stillness, stillness gives birth to Yin, extreme stillness returns to movement—one movement and one stillness are mutually rooted in each other, dividing Yin and Yang. Observing the changes of the stars and rivers, I have gained some insights and created this Kung Fu to pass down through generations. This method is called the Xuan Tian Manual..." The voice in his mind faded away, and Mo Wen awakened from his contemplation. Upon waking, he realized he had already left the world of books. He must have finished reading the entire Kung Fu text, and now his memory included the Xuan Tian Manual.
He mentally flipped through the entire manual and took out a Beast Skin and a pen, laying them on the table to prepare for transcribing the Xuan Tian Manual. However, as he picked up the pen, it hovered in mid-air for a long time without falling. Finally, he had to put it down again. It wasn't that Mo Wen didn't want to transcribe; rather, he found himself unable to start—he didn't know where to begin or what to write. The entire Xuan Tian Manual consisted of graphic symbols that he had never seen before but could somehow understand. The ninety-nine graphic symbols should correspond to ninety-nine phrases, yet he didn't know how to express them. As for drawing those symbols? That seemed utterly impossible.
"Wonderful! Truly unfathomable—mysterious beyond mystery, a gateway to all wonders! Hahaha!" Not being able to transcribe the Xuan Tian Manual did not frustrate Mo Wen; instead, he felt delighted. After grasping its essence, he couldn't help but laugh heartily.
After reading through the Xuan Tian Manual, Mo Wen was overjoyed; it was indeed as profound as described by "Xuantian First Handsome Man" in his letter—so profound that it was beyond words. Although he had put considerable effort into acquiring the Xuan Tian Jue, it had been relatively easy for him—perhaps because of his exceptional abilities or simply because he hadn’t understood much at all.
Such an intricate Kung Fu made Mo Wen feel an urge to start over from scratch; however, now he didn’t even have the qualification to do so. He finally understood why there had been a letter left by a sect leader before—despite its demanding nature, there were always bold individuals in this world. Bold individuals were certainly not low-key people; thus, it made sense why Xuantian Sect had always been passed down exclusively while having many enemies—after all, exceptional people are often envied by others. In time, he too would become an object of jealousy.
Mo Wen didn’t realize that since leaving Old Lu’s place, he had begun to feel “inflated.” Of course, this “inflation” only occurred when he was alone; when outside, he remained humble. Yet it wasn’t entirely his fault for feeling inflated; anyone with such luck would feel similarly.
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