The Divine Realm

In the beginning, when Hongmeng first opened and heaven and earth had yet to divide, the energy of Xuanhuang gave birth to all things. The universe was vast, its stars brilliant. One person stood in the void, his form hidden in clouds and mist. His name was kept secret, not out of modesty, but because his might was like a rainbow piercing the sun. No one dared call it lightly. He had once roamed the highest heavens and traversed countless worlds, looking down on all the heroes. Yet he was as lonely as a shadow, with no one by his side to weather storms, share prosperity, or experience life’s many vicissitudes. The roots of his loneliness ran deep into his soul, like a river of time and space, with stars ever farther away and the years ever more endless. He ventured alone through the Seven Realms, blazing a trail through every obstacle, with no companion beside him as he witnessed the changing world. His loneliness was like the Milky Way in the night sky, its stars twinkling as thoughts and sorrow flowed through it. In the silence, he savored the bitterness of life. “For ten thousand years, the azure sky has reflected wind and moon. Alone, I dance with my sword and cleave the river of stars. In the end, I walk this life alone.” When these words were spoken, his figure drifted away like a fallen leaf, scattered by the wind. Perhaps it dissolved into the torrent of time; perhaps it joined the cycle of heaven and earth, becoming part of the world. His life forged an undying legend. His grief was buried deep, coalescing into eternal loneliness, and his final destination lay beyond the other shore of the supreme Heavenly Dao. Eras changed, the mortal world forgot, and the passage of time washed away his illustrious name. He had once been a solitary traveler who created worlds and guarded order, steadfast in his loneliness, silently holding his ground. This mysterious being left footprints etched into myth, while his deeds turned to dust and his name gradually faded from memory. Once an ordinary “Xiao Ping'an,” he vanished into the depths of the universe, submerged in the long river of time. Across countless mountains and rivers and along a rugged road, one sword cleaves the sky, awakening old dreams in the mortal world and lighting the river of stars.