After Pan Xuan attained Sagehood, he did not immediately embark on his grand expedition into Chaos.
Instead, he entered a long seclusion in Great Luo Heaven.
The realm of a Sage was mysterious beyond mystery.
When mortals cultivated, they brought themselves into accord with heaven and earth.
But in the realm of a Sage, they brought heaven and earth into accord with themselves.
It was an utterly different perspective.
It was as though he had suddenly risen above the entire Primordial World, looking down upon countless laws, countless strands of fortune, and countless threads of karma, every last silken filament within his sight.
In entering seclusion, Pan Xuan intended to use this Sage's perspective to comb through the workings of the Primordial World anew, from beginning to end.
He sat cross-legged at the summit of Great Luo Heaven, sacred light flowing around him, and slowly closed his eyes.
His divine sense spread like a tide.
It swept past the Thirty-Three Heavens, past mountains and rivers, past the Netherworld, and past the Zhoutian Star Dou Great Array.
Inch by inch, he brought the entire Primordial World within his perception.
The Heavenly Dao was utterly impartial, operating as usual.
In his eyes, that self-sustaining torrent of rules now seemed to become a vast, clear mirror, reflecting the birth, destruction, and reincarnation of all things between heaven and earth.
The Human Dao flourished, its manifestations myriad. Its immense fortune surged endlessly like the Yangtze River and other mighty waterways, bearing up the vitality and hope of countless living beings.
The Earthly Dao was orderly, reincarnation beginning anew in endless cycles. The order of the Netherworld was as solid and steady as the earth, providing an eternal path home for every departed soul.
Everything was good.
The Three Powers were in balance; beneath the