2025.11.26
Liu Xuanji, the fortune teller, burned his scroll of fate. The moment his life burned out, he managed to divine the heavenly dao of the world he lived in.
“All fates are the same fate!”
Chen Mo, the historian, worked hard for his whole life to investigate the truth. And in that moment when starlight and candlelight intermixed, he came to understand everything. He realized that history as a whole was really just an endless cycle, like reincarnation.
Whenever someone tries to grasp the trajectory of history, they actually become that trajectory.
He wasn’t the only one. Xu Qing was making full use of the illusion provided by the god of pain. There were scholar versions of himself, as well as government officials, commoners, and beggars. He lived many, many types of lives. And eventually, all of those different lives would reach a certain point in which, by various methods and destined opportunities, they would reach the same type of enlightenment. Ultimately, it was that very unique painter version of himself who sighed with emotion as he gave voice to the complete explanation....
“Unification is not just about space. It’s also about time.”
He finally saw another space-time version of himself. He gained enlightenment of everything, and then used space-time itself to inform himself of the result.
All of them were Xu Qing. All sought dao enlightenment, and no matter how they floated along, they seemed to follow the same route.
But after Xu Qing’s canon reached the ultimate height, dao enlightenment became circular. The future. The past. The present. Different space-time versions of himself. All of them became his teachers. As the painter smiled, and the surrounding world crumbled, Xu Qing looked at the painting, and his mind thrummed with the sound of a great dao. That sound seemed to be a combination of all of the different versions of space-time, which in turn gave birth to the dao!
Xu Qing stepped forward, and it took him out of the crumbling world of the painter. When he reappeared, he was back to the original chaotic flow of space-time. This place was his anchor, and it was also the very center of all of the parallels.
In that spot, Xu Qing sat down cross-legged.
Shortly after, he closed his eyes and softly said, “Unify!”