That night.
The brilliant starry sky spread across the boundless curtain of night, and even the bright moon could not conceal the stars' light.
Countless stars shimmered with color high above, like scattered jewels strewn by gods, like a magnificent painting immortals had painted across the heavens.
The starry sky always remained so far above. The struggles of the mortal world could have no effect whatsoever on its vastness.
To any scholar of celestial phenomena, such a clear, cloudless sky meant fine weather for stargazing.
Zhang Jue sat cross-legged, his back straight, holding "The Daoist Arts of Great Peace."
"The Daoist Arts of Great Peace" was not actually a collection of spells, but a collection of principles.
It contained many seemingly plausible yet questionable sentences expounding the philosophies of life.
To Zhang Jue, this was a book that had changed his destiny. He had gained a few Daoist arts from it.
The appearance of this book had strengthened his conviction that the Mandate of Heaven existed in this world. He firmly believed he was someone who carried a measure of hope.
When Luo Xiao had spoken those words to him, he had felt destiny's guidance countless times.
Amid the great currents of All Under Heaven, everyone was on the board, and everyone was a player.
"Everyone in this world has certain duties bestowed by destiny. Now I understand what I should do. Let each take their place and fulfill their duty."
Zhang Jue sat cross-legged in the military camp, looking up at the brilliant starry sky. Countless stars flickered bright and dim in the night, and the radiant Milky Way resembled a jade sash.
At the Great Han's Imperial Academy and the Luo Clan Academy, there was a branch of Classical Studies called the "Classic of Astral Phenomena," which studied