In an unknown land, countless Dao rhythms filled the air. Boundless stars revolved in endless cycles, silent and soundless. Suddenly, a ray of light tore through the ancient sky and came to a halt in the Void.
It was something that looked like a mirror, yet not quite a mirror, as though one could see all living things and the Azure Heaven upon its surface.
Then, a helpless voice rang out. Within the mirror, something like a doorway opened, and a figure in white emerged. Its gender could not be discerned.
At that moment, everything lost its color, as though this figure were the center of all things. The heavens lost their color, and the stars throughout the sky lost their light. All revolved around this figure, as though it were the center of everything, the source of all things.
"Alas, Dao... Dao... Dao... the Dao is boundless, the Dao is endless, yet the Dao cannot be fully spoken...
This final step has held me back through countless Samsaras. When will I be able to see through it?
Perhaps one must destroy before one can build anew. Without destruction, there can be no rebirth!"
As the words fell, countless hand seals struck toward the mirror-like object. Before long, it returned to its plain and unremarkable appearance. It truly was a mirror.
Then the figure vanished, and the mirror too tore through the sky, through the Fate River of spacetime, disappearing to an unknown destination without a trace...
The martial world was a complicated arena of fame and profit. Fighting, killing, life and death—none of it was unusual.
Inside a room in Fuzhou City, beneath a Buddhist statue, a white-clad man in his twenties held a cassock in his hands. He studied the densely packed writing upon it with rapt