"In the Northern Darkness there was a fish, whose name was Kun. Kun was so vast that no one knew how many thousand miles it spanned. It transformed into a bird, whose name was Peng. Peng's back was so vast that no one knew how many thousand miles it spanned. When it soared in fury, its wings were like clouds hanging from the sky. This bird, when the sea stirred, would migrate to the Southern Darkness. The Southern Darkness was the Heavenly Pool..."
"...Small knowledge could not match great knowledge; a short lifespan could not match a long one. How could we know this was so? A mushroom that lived for a morning knew nothing of dusk or dawn; a cicada that lived only for a season knew nothing of spring or autumn. Such were short lifespans. In the south of Chu there was a tree called Mingling, for which five hundred years made a spring, and another five hundred made an autumn..."
"...Beyond the barren north there was a dark sea, the Heavenly Pool. In it was a fish thousands of miles across; no one knew how long it was. Its name was Kun. There was also a bird named Peng, whose back was like Mount Tai and whose wings were like clouds hanging from the sky. It rode the whirlwind, spiraling upward like a ram's horn, soaring ninety thousand miles, breaking through the clouds and bearing the blue sky on its back. Only then did it chart its course southward and set off for the Southern Darkness..."
"...If one rode upon the principles of Heaven and Earth and harnessed the changes of the Six Energies, wandering without end, then what would one have to depend on?"
In no time, the Thunder Beads had all been sprayed out, and