Above the Boundary of the Heavenly River in the Ninth Heaven, above the star-lit Immortal Realm, someone paused his brush and looked down upon the mortal earth. Naturally, he too sensed the extraordinary fate of military Martial Fate gathering within Great Zhen.
Ji Yuan made no calculations or predictions. Relying solely on the feeling in his heart, he raised his wolf-hair brush again and swept it toward the lower realm, as though drawing that current of fate into ink. Then he wrote upon the Heavenly River once more. Every passage he set down merged into the Heavenly Realm Stele.
After finishing one section, Ji Yuan paused briefly before writing again. Before every stroke, the tip of his brush would point remotely downward, drawing a thread from the countless currents of heaven-and-earth fate and turning it into ink.
As the person who saw the present situation of heaven and earth most clearly, when the world began to fall into turmoil, Ji Yuan did not travel about among the various regions. Instead, while nursing his wounds, he worked his ink in the Heavenly Realm, continuously writing his own Mysterious Yellow Qi into the Heavenly Realm through words of decree, as though he intended to spend every last trace of his Mysterious Yellow Qi. This affected not only the Heavenly Realm, but heaven and earth as well.
As the saying goes, scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants—throughout the mortal world since ancient times, similar rankings of social standing had always been observed. Scholars belonged to, or stood close to, the rank of "scholars," and had rarely involved themselves in the matters of the latter ranks.
But ever since the Human Dao of the world began to see the Hundred Schools of Thought Contend, the paths of literature and martial arts had given rise