The golden page was mysterious and unfathomable. The many densely packed tiny characters did not act like a display of lines to be read, but as independent stars that rushed into Ye Fan's mind.
Ye Fan felt strange sensations running over him. Auspicious lights were descending from the heavens, a divine spring was bubbling from the earth, lotus flowers were blossoming, buds of jade grass were sprouting, divine light filled the sky, dragons were flying, phoenixes were dancing, the aged tortoise was spitting out luck, the qilin of good fortune had arrived, purple clouds were coming from the east, golden light was about to arrive from the west, five-colored divine light shone, and the seven-colored divine rainbow shot across the sky.
(Ed Note: Wow. Try saying all that in one breath.)
Bright thoughts and endless methods appeared within his heart, along with a mysterious heavenly divine music and the sacred song of the Grand Dao.
