Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Watching Chen Qing's figure vanish into the starlight, Lin Daoji fell silent for a moment. He slowly rose to his feet, and the river of stars flowing across the cultivation ground's dome paused, then began slowly revolving around him as its center, starlight flooding into his body like a hundred rivers joining the sea, then bursting outward again the next instant.

The entire cultivation ground trembled faintly. When the starlight stabilized once more, the meditation mat sat empty, Lin Daoji's figure having vanished entirely.

The Mysterious Balance Court, the foundation of the Jingyang Blessed Land's Mysterious Balance Dao, one of the five great Daos. In terms of depth of foundation and antiquity of inheritance, the Mysterious Balance Dao ranked among the top three of the five great Daos.

Its Dao tradition traced its roots back to the foremost aide beneath the ancient Seven Sages of Pacified Heaven, the Supreme Xuanji. In the years the Seven Sages of Pacified Heaven had contended with the Dao Court's Master, Supreme Xuanji had made his name shake the entire nine heavens and ten lands with his single technique, the Mysterious Heaven Balance-Turning Classic, his ability to divine heavenly workings and weigh the flow of fortune feared even by the Dao Court's own top-tier experts.

Though later generations of disciples never matched their ancestor's power, the Mysterious Balance Dao had always stood firm, presiding over its own domain within the Jingyang Blessed Land, its Palace Masters across the generations all figures of considerable weight within the Great Luo Heaven.

A verse commemorated this: "Xuanji grips the turning scale of heaven, star and dipper hang their light over the nine pure realms, say not the embers of Pacified Heaven have gone cold, for one court of frost and snow still guards the deepening cold."

Within the Jingyang Blessed Land, the Mysterious Balance Dao, though not the very topmost among the five great Daos, had always remained steady. Neither contending nor grasping, neither servile nor arrogant, without the glory of a great rise nor the decline of a great fall, like a silent mountain range, unmoved no matter what storms came.

Lin Daoji's figure flickered, sweeping past layer upon layer of clouds, landing upon a suspended stone platform. This platform was not large, no more than a dozen zhang across. This place was the core forbidden ground of the Mysterious Balance Court, the Xuanji Terrace.

Here, generations of Mysterious Balance Dao sages had divined heavenly workings, using the stars as chess pieces and fortune as the board, laying down the ten-thousand-year unfading foundation of the Mysterious Balance Dao.