Only by entering the Dao through martial arts can one throw the world into chaos. Only by blending the soul with martial arts can one set yin and yang in balance. Refine the body with magic, cultivate the soul with magic. Martial arts! Step through the void to pluck stars and reach for the moon. Soul! Reverse time with a snap of the fingers! The Sun's Son awakens his wisdom, yet cannot hold up the heavens. The path of the Martial Soul is a single shade of ink, yet cannot stand upon the earth. Martial arts shatter space and sever the cycle of reincarnation; ten thousand arts cannot come near. Energy surges into the heavens, startling the nine skies; the soul descends to the deepest depths of the Yellow Springs. Fate grants opportunity to those destined to receive it. An ordinary young man accidentally slips and falls from a cliff, where a mysterious old man passes on to him the Heavenly Tome of Martial Souls. From then on, his fate begins to change.
It looks great and is very convenient.
Too many discarded documents! Goodbye.
Not bad, not bad.