"Govern the world with benevolence, cultivate oneself through Confucian learning-this is the true path for the Human Race!"
Confucius's eyes had weathered the vicissitudes of life, and a glimmer of wisdom shone within them.
Many disciples accompanied him with horses and carriages. More and more people came drawn by his reputation, and Confucius's fame grew ever greater, faintly showing signs of stirring the Human Race's fortune.
"This is bad! Kong Qiu bears the signs of a great sage. The Human Race's fortune is all being drawn to him!"
"He thinks he can monopolize the Human Race's fortune all by himself?"
"The fool has no idea whether he'll live or die. Today, we'll see whether he has what it takes!"
Cold, sinister gazes kept turning toward Confucius, revealing sharp murderous intent.
Yet before they could act, a Daoist proclamation rang out from beyond the Nine Provinces, where the Hu People lived.
"I, the humble Daoist Laozi, shall enlighten the Hu People today, bestow Daoist scriptures, and establish my lineage of Daoism."
An unfathomably profound aura emanated from Laozi. Dazzling purple light flashed all over him, and though he sat cross-legged on the Azure Ox, he seemed to suppress all heaven and earth, making the vast Earth Immortal Realm tremble without cease.
"The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao. The nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth; the named is the mother of all things..."
Laozi recited the true scripture. Each sentence seemed like the Great Dao's Voice striking heaven and earth, plucking at the world's origin power and involuntarily stirring awe in those who heard it.
A sacred, radiant Daoist silhouette seemed to appear high above the nine heavens. Like a supreme deity, it released not a trace of aura, yet could still overwhelm all the