There were always people in this world who, over the long Years, flashed into existence like an epiphyllum bloom, stunning an entire age before reaching humanity's highest peak. In the imperial dynasty's records, some would chance upon those histories preserved in only a few scattered lines and marvel at the brilliance and strength of the stories' protagonists. Then, turning to another page of history, they would glimpse another figure worthy of even deeper reverence.
Thus, the world never knew that the names mentioned in those turned pages or brought up in passing had never been pearls buried in dust. Those people had long since silently reached the summit of the world, and had already grown tired of hearing of the glory recorded by mankind.
He stood at heaven's end, looking down upon later generations who, like him, sought to climb the peak. Few and far between were those able to stand at his height. He watched countless people struggle up the mountain; at first, he found it somewhat interesting, but in the end, it became utterly dull.
Those so-called heavenly prodigies and monstrous geniuses of the world found that even after exhausting their entire lives, they could barely climb halfway up the mountain—only to hear the lonely hunting whistle of his robes battling the cold wind atop the summit.
"Heavens Bow!!!"
When that foot, transcending the Three Realms and Five Elements, descended from the firmament, ripples stirred in Daochu's heart as well.
He saw once more someone climbing the mountain of the mortal world, seeking to step down from its foot into the world below.
So he raised one finger toward the sky. He had not forgotten the divine art of that finger. When he had used the Heart of an Innocent Child to control the spiritual energy of heaven