Amoeba Senior

"Heaven said: All matters among humankind follow their own laws. They cannot be defied, nor can they be reversed."

"Man said: Laws are death itself. A stagnant pool holds no value; only countless changes have meaning."

"Heaven said: I grant you this. The balance lies in the offsetting of opposites. At the utmost order lies chaos, and even the path of defying Heaven has reason to exist."

"Heaven said again: Yet to act against the natural order is to violate common principles and must be punished. Those who set foot upon forbidden arts shall endure countless hardships, their minds assailed by every kind of delusion. One misstep will bring eternal damnation, leaving them forever to wander the boundless abyss-prison, unable to escape and unable to repent."

"Man said: Even so, I shall not abandon it."

Inside the tent, beneath the light of a single oil lamp and beside a table piled with books, the Sect Master of the Heaven's Will Sect held a volume in his hands, turning its pages and chanting its contents.

After a long while, the Sect Master of the Heaven's Will Sect closed the book and carefully placed it beside the table.

He rose and strolled to an empty area of the tent. For no apparent reason, he bowed toward the void, as though greeting a highly respected elder of his sect.

The Sect Master of the Heaven's Will Sect spoke in a loud voice. "This junior is a mere practitioner, Shang Ling, the current Sect Master of the Heaven's Will Sect. I pay my respects to Senior Amoeba and thank you for showing mercy by merely trapping this junior in a dream rather than taking my life."

After he spoke, silence fell. Yet the Sect Master of the Heaven's Will Sect showed no intention