Since the Five Spirit Tribes of the Spiritual Realm existed in the ancient Primordial continent, it has always been a vast and sacred spiritual realm with a vast territory.
On this ancient land, generations of extraordinary deities have been nurtured.
But what kind of charm does this magical and ancient land possess that has given rise to generations of extraordinary gods?
Taoyuan Waterfall - a place full of magical and romantic charm that has made our Kellen the Great and the legendary Queen linger and return countless times.
Perhaps this is the starting point of one of the wonders...
-- Excerpted from Arthur, the great adventurer of the Creation of the divine Frontier, the Preface to the Peach Gorge Waterfall)
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The rosy clouds shine upon the sky, and the long rainbow flows through the waterfall. The sun rises in the mist, and green birds sing in the ravine.
The surging waves pour down with a deafening roar. A waterfall hangs across the sky, as silver as snow, crystal clear. Looking at the magnificent waterfall before my eyes, I can no longer hear the clear chirping of birds just now. However, such a spectacular scene does indeed make one's pores open and shocked. After the shock, there was an inexplicable excitement.
This excitement is like a caged bird that suddenly gets a vast sky after being released. It's thrilling and exciting. For a moment, I felt my heart open up, there was no restraint I couldn't break free from, no cage I couldn't break through. This kind of natural freedom is noble and sacred. It belongs only to this sky, only to this land, only to this waterfall, and only to ourselves!
The water curtain, as if surging in the heart. The gurgling sound of water is more like a roar of joy. So wild, so sudden, life is just like this!
Around the waterfall, the water vapor is like smoke, like mist, thin and misty, passionate and drifting, long soaking the surrounding rocks, flowers and grass. Of course, for thousands of years, the rocks and flowers around the waterfall have never dried, just so wet, naturally there is another kind of "wet charm".
Clumps of water vapor, mingled with the brilliant and pleasant light of the rising sun, refracted into a rainbow of seven colors. But this rainbow was not as long as a bridge that stretched across the sky as a rainbow after the rain. It was like a half-rainbow, with zero before the waterfall, as if it were a multicolored veil.
The half-rainbow, though short, is as brilliant as the seven-colored silk. One after another, the rainbows sparkled on the waterfall, sometimes dim, sometimes brilliant, as if they were about to fade away, as if they were just rising. It is splendid and beautiful.
After a short while, I saw several rainbows fade away quietly. Only the ripples of water and the waves of mist that float and splash remain. But on the other side, the flickering glow of the rainbow rose faintly, recombined and condensed. In a short while, two or three rainbows were formed, and such a magical and enchanting scene could never be seen again in the world!
Under the waterfall, the deep pool waves, like a dragon entering the pool, stir up boiling water, crystal clear, the snow waves roll, even more excited! The water in the pool was undulating and rippling, and the snow waves hit the water with a crackling sound, like an oil pan exploding. The splashing water was pounding against the smooth, jade-like rocks by the pool as if it were about to shatter them. But the rock is not only ancient but also solid and smooth. Even though it has been washed by the waves for thousands of years, it still sits here quietly, not wanting to move at all. In fact, it doesn't move, does it?
Just like a resolute man who stays by his beloved wife's side, even if she comforts and scolds him all his life, he remains silent and bears it in silence. Even for thousands of years, this man has not changed his heart, just guarding his wife like a waterfall, even if spring turns to autumn, even if old age is approaching. After all the vicissitudes of life, the beloved wife is still there, the man is still there. The vows of love are thus witnessed, preserved and endured.
In the distance, a babbling brook meanders and has joyfully flowed deep into the thick forest. But the sweet song of the stream has long been drowned out by the vow of love of the waterfall. Even if submerged, the stream still sings, gurgling and singing, life is just like this. The tinkling of the little drum, the gurgling of the little applause, the old millennium, always joyfully and beautifully self-indulgent.
On the riverbank, the grass is lush and green, and the flowers are tender and dewy. Look, a little grasshopper jumps onto the tip of the grass and makes the branches sway gently. The little grasshopper swings freely like a swing, as if no one is around, and seems to have become a master of the grass tip, leading the wind in the grass alone. Now with its bristle-like front legs, it wipes its mouth; now with its spring-like hind legs, it scratches its wings. This carefree look is more carefree than anyone else.
At the foot of the grass mat was a high cliff head. The head of the cliff was right across from the waterfall, but it was half a height lower than the waterfall. It is precisely because it is half a height that the view from this cliff head is wonderful. Wan and Feng on the cliff were completely intoxicated by the magnificent waterfall.
In the misty wind that caresses the face like jade, there is a lingering sweet fragrance. This fragrance is like vanilla, like flower fragrance, like coming from the green branches, like coming from the clusters of branches, and even more from the beauty beside.
It turns out that on this cliff head there is another beautiful creation, a natural peach paradise!
The peach wood is simple and sturdy, thicker than the average peach tree. On the slightly yellowish trunk, there are already many rings of growth. It looks as if it has endured years, at least a thousand years of vicissitudes. The sprawling twigs, like phoenix nests, are closely gathered together, showing the deep affection of the entire peach garden for thousands of years.
One by one, the shimmering green buds are not as dry and brownish-yellow as the common buds, nor are they wrapped in the firm stripes of brown and purple. It looks naturally emerald green, with a hint of star-like pale yellow, like amber, like jade, like yellow pearl, pleasing to the eye and fresh.
The petals of the peach blossoms are so fresh and green that they seem to have bloomed for a thousand years, still full of the beauty of spring. One by one, the crystal-clear morning dew quietly gathers on the bright red and tender petals, like immortal jade, like deep sea pearls. The sweet fragrance of peach blossoms, mingled with the fresh scent of wood and grass, wanders between the mouth and nose of the viewer, with a captivating beauty of its own. This is: Green buds dot the star yellow, and the pearl reflects the fragrance red. Branches connect to the eyes, strings of peach blossoms in spring.
"Do you remember?" Wanxin, with a sweet voice like a nightingale, asked. Such a voice, of course, came from a woman, and a beauty - Wanxin.
"What?" Although Wanxin leaned lightly on Kellen's shoulder, Kellen did not stretch out her hand, but just stood there like a piece of wood intoxicated in a sacred place.
"Peach, deep, waterfall - the most beautiful scene of my life is the scene of our first encounter, don't you remember?" Wanxin's faint tone seemed to carry a touch of sadness.
"I..." I'm not Jinlang, but how can I say it? How can I say it so that you will believe me? Kellen was lost in thought and still had no answer, and said, "It's really beautiful here!" The most beautiful scene I've ever seen in my life, and you."
Kellen gave Wanxin a deep gaze, for the first time in a long time, a bold look, like water.
"Do you remember Nine Spirits?"
Kellen was surprised that a sweet story would begin with Nine Spirits. Her eyes shone brightly and she asked in astonishment, "Nine Spirits?"
"Yes, it's the little snake we gave you here when we first met! Do you remember?"
"What?" " Kellen seemed to have guessed the mystery of life, and a thought crossed her mind. Could this person be "mother"? If so, how could she have such a youthful appearance?
Kellen certainly doesn't know that Wanxin's cultivation is far above that of Jin Wu Huang Jin Kui, natural beauty, as beautiful as a peach, not just ageless.
Kellen stared blankly at Wanxin, and suddenly her heart raced like a rabbit, trembling as she said, "The Nine Spirits have always been by my side. It's not a little snake, but a very big yellow python!"
"Not bad." Wanxin's eyes shone with joy at this moment, and she smiled sweetly: "A thousand years have passed. Even a little snake will surely become a big one. Just as Jinlang said, Jiuling is not an ordinary snake. Would it be strange if it grew a little bigger?
"A thousand years have passed?" The four words hit Kellen's heart like a sledgehammer, and she couldn't calm down for a long time. He pondered over and over again, could this person be "mother"?
"Yes. A thousand years have passed, and still you and I stand here... Jinlang, do you know..." Under Wanxin's long eyelashes, a pair of affectionate starry eyes seemed to really want to say something, something very, very special, but did not say it, just gazed deeply.
"Know what?" "Kellen said.
"Nothing." Wanxin's reply was as plain as water, as if the faint words had flattened everything and returned to a state of mind like water.
Kellen's questioning was in a calm tone. Although Kellen was eager to know some answers, or answers to some questions. After all, I couldn't rashly ask the question. After all, the Wanxin before me might no longer be called Wanxin. She was an absolute elder, and perhaps also my closest and dearest. All kinds of doubts were swirling in Kellen's mind, and what had been shrouded in mystery seemed to finally have a clue, but where did this question come from?
From Wanxin's point of view, she is Jinlang. From her own perspective, she is indeed Kellen. Since she is Kellen, she must be at least a thousand years younger than Wanxin. Over a thousand years! How long? As a junior, when you ask your elders some very private secrets, it is naturally difficult for you to speak up, and it is even more difficult for the elders to answer.
Not to mention that if a woman really has a man and a woman, she will surely have to say it. At present, Wanxin still regards herself as a girl, quietly waiting for Jinlang, waiting for Jinlang. How could she look like a woman who is already a mother? Then she thought, if Wanxin really had a child, how big would that child be? Would she be concerned about the child all the time? But there seems to be no such concern in her heart, not at all, only Jinlang, yes, only Jinlang.
Who is Jinlang? An identical person, could it be the father? If so, what? If not, wouldn't the mystery of life be gone again?
With all the thoughts swirling in her mind, Kellen finally couldn't hold back and stared blankly at Wanxin, saying, "I..." I want to ask you, if I were really just like Jinlang, who do you think I would be?"
"How could that be?" Hearing Kellen's question, Wanxin's face turned "swish" red, then "swish" white, and a pair of affectionate eyes froze at once, "No way! There can never be two people who look so alike, unless they are twin brothers! But Jinlang doesn't have twin brothers!"
"What if they were father and son?"
"What?" Wanxin's face was already pale by now, and she said blankly, "How could it be! It doesn't conform to the rules of the netherworld. Even more so against the way of reincarnation, Jinlang, why did you suddenly ask about these? You are doubting yourself, aren't you?"
"I..." No." Rules of the Netherworld? What rules? The Taoist law of reincarnation, what Taoist law? What are these? How come I have no idea at all? Kellen's mind buzzed.
Since Jinlang has no twin brother and can't be father and son, then who am I? Who on earth am I?
"Jinlang, in the past you knew much more than I did. You never asked me anything. I asked you. In the past, when we came here together, you never said anything, because as long as you and I were here, that was enough!
But today, in this situation, you really shouldn't say these things, really shouldn't." Wanxin felt sad alone again. In fact, Wanxin's mind was even more chaotic than Kellen's. Because what Kellen had just asked overturned all of Wanxin's previous thoughts and, at the same time, disturbed Wanxin's myriad of thoughts. She just stared blankly at Kellen, her face pale, and then nodded silently:
"Let's go."
"Where to?" Kellen's face was blank and her mind was in a complete mess.
"Kimura. After all, my second brother is still waiting for me."
"I'll do as you please." When Kellen finished speaking, she followed Wanxin and turned into golden light, vanishing into the clouds at the top of the waterfall.