Purple qi surged for thirty thousand li, and the Five Thousand Words of Virtue rang across the sky. It was as if Heaven itself had cried out with a deafening pronouncement, teaching the world and spreading the Great Dao. No matter how far away, all could hear it.
Inside Jinguang Cave, King Zhuang of Chu was frowning, mulling over his recent difficulties and wondering how he could counter Duke Huan of Qi's strategy of forming alliances. Suddenly, purple qi appeared in the void, while flecks of dark yellow, black, and white drifted down in an endless stream.
King Zhuang of Chu looked up in astonishment. In his ears rang the grand, solemn words, "The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao."
"The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao..." His brow relaxed as he murmured the words, finding them full of profound meaning. The more he turned them over in his mind, the deeper their significance seemed. They did not concern any specific matter, yet governed all the myriad laws.
Lost in thought, King Zhuang of Chu came to his senses only when he heard, "Untangle their knots, temper their radiance, and mingle with their dust..." He had missed many lines of the words of virtue, and instinctively scratched his head in frustration and regret.
He activated the Dao of Myriad World Teleportation. In his eyes, he illuminated the source of the Great Dao's resonant words, seeking to discover what was happening.
Shadows overlapped in his eyes, revealing a figure riding a Green Ox. He sat upright on its back, swaying gently back and forth, at ease and natural. The figure felt strangely familiar.
A moment later, King Zhuang of Chu blurted out, "Su Mo!"
It was Su Mo, the Mohist Rectifier—the one who