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Ming Year 472, the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, during the Great Cold.
Outside the mountain, white snow fell like cotton; within, green grass spread like a woven carpet.
"The sage said: 'Thirty spokes share one hub; it is the emptiness within that makes the cart useful. Clay is shaped into vessels; it is the emptiness within that makes the vessels useful. Doors and windows are cut to make a room; it is the emptiness within that makes the room useful. Thus, what exists provides advantage, while what does not exist provides use.'
"Xinzhan, these words of the sage exhaust the mysteries of the Void Arts. Precisely because of their 'emptiness,' their 'nothingness,' their 'capacity,' they can be put to use. This is both the wonder of the Dao and the principle of the arts. Only by understanding this can one wield truly great spells.
"The reasoning is simple. For a cultivator, however fine his golden core, however vast his Yellow Court, however numerous his apertures, could they hold more qi than this heaven and earth? I'm delighted that you asked me about the Void Arts. You asked the right question. The Void Arts point straight toward the Great Dao. One could say that most of the truly great divine abilities and spells in this world are Void Arts."
Smiling, Patriarch Qu painstakingly imparted his understanding of the Void Arts to Cheng Xinzhan, holding nothing back.
Cheng Xinzhan kept nodding as he listened. The Sect Leader had once mentioned that Patriarch Qu was his grandmaster, which meant he came from Purple Mist Mountain and specialized in the Void Arts. Since these final few days had been set aside for Cheng Xinzhan to seek instruction, naturally he would ask about the Void Arts.
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