Divine Province, the city where Return to Fate had previously committed suicide.
The clear sky was like a sheet of spotless white paper, free of even a speck of dust. Only when a point of ink appeared and traced itself into shape did someone finally stroll out from within it.
He was a scholar.
Clad in a blue robe and a tall crown, his expression was solemn, as though he would never relax in the slightest. Holding a book in one hand and a brush in the other, he entered the city.
He walked through its streets, favoring the paths past academies and the residences of sects great and small. If he heard teachings that satisfied him, he would nod slightly. If he heard words that, in his view, led students astray, a thought would stir within him, correcting whatever errors or omissions there were.
Before long, he arrived at a courtyard within the city.
The scholar carefully examined the deserted courtyard. After thinking for a moment, he lifted his brush and slowly wrote a record into the volume in his hand:
[Return to Fate died. The light of his Primordial Spirit was extinguished here.]
[Zhu Liuxian and Xuande reached an agreement. Using Return to Fate's true spirit as collateral, Xuande went to Immortal-Nurturing Land to plant the formation foundation, while Zhu Liuxian would help seize the Seed of the Great Dao.]
Stroke by stroke.
The scholar wrote with utmost care. As he recorded, an indescribable mystery spread outward, settling into the heaven and earth of this Divine Province.
Only after finishing did he raise his head and look to his side.
"Fellow Daoist Zhu Liuxian, it has been a long time. I hope you have been well."
Within the courtyard, Zhu Liuxian, Dao Ancestor of [Feng Shui], appeared without