On November 18th, Wa Emperor Calendar 3596, a figure suddenly flashed through the empty Heaven of Light. In an instant, Zhang Tie appeared within the Heaven of Light on the highest level of the Mountain Ruins' core...
Zhang Tie, who had appeared in the Heaven of Light, wore an exquisitely tailored indigo robe, a plain white jade belt around his waist, and black boots patterned with clouds. His formerly long hair had been cut short into a neat, refreshing youthful style. Combined with his bright, clear eyes and the faint smile at the corner of his lips, this attire gave him the approachable air of a boy next door at first glance, as soothing as a spring breeze.
At this moment, the formidable aura around Zhang Tie had completely vanished, leaving no trace to be found. His entire person carried a natural air of returning to simplicity, as though he had returned to how he had been in Black Flame City. Even if he walked down the street, he would not seem too conspicuous.
A newly emerged butterfly always thinks its wings are not brilliant enough; a fledgling eagle spreading its wings often resents the sky for being too low. Yet the river of stars turns ever on, unchanged through the ages; the sun rises and the moon sets, day after day as always. Sometimes, the grander the sight, the more it reveals its plain side. This was the supreme principle of Heaven's Dao: great music is barely heard, great forms have no shape, great completion seems flawed.
The stronger one became, the more one could become oneself!
"Has it already been three years? Time really flies..." Zhang Tie raised his head and surveyed the Heaven of Light before him. Shaking his head with a smile, he lifted his right