Once the thought arose, there was no longer any obstruction. He opened his mouth and began to recite, still speaking Confucius's The Analects, using vast righteous qi as his guide to carry out the work of saving the world.
When The Analects ended, his tone shifted, and he began expounding the Great Dao once more:
"Dao is empty, yet its use is never exhausted. Deep and profound, it seems the ancestor of all things. It untangles their tangles, softens its radiance, and becomes one with their dust. Murky and deep, it seems perhaps to exist. I do not know whose child it is; it seems to precede the Sovereign."
The heavenly phenomena changed abruptly, and signs of enlightenment unfolded across the sky. The baleful aura was like snow meeting the sun, collapsing and scattering one after another. Heaven and earth instantly became clear, limpid as never before.
"Heaven and earth are not benevolent; they treat the myriad things as straw dogs. Sages are not benevolent; they treat the common people as straw dogs. Between heaven and earth, is it not like a bellows? Empty, yet never exhausted; moved, and ever more issues forth. Too many words lead to poverty; better to hold to the center."
The Heavenly Gate swung open, auspicious clouds surging like waves as all gloom was swept away.
Clear radiance circulated around him, Dao aura swirling thickly about him. Its splendor was exquisite, filling the void.
Pure qi descended from the void, moistening all things like rain and silently soaking the four directions.
The manifestation of the Primordial Unity divine art deployed by the It-Transformed Freedom Heavenly Demon Lord had already been crushed into powder by the great tide of heaven and earth, leaving no trace behind.
His eyes shifted slightly. Raising a fingertip, he pointed at