I Am the Heavenly Dao, and Countless Honghuang Cultivators Need Me

I Am the Heavenly Dao, and I Get Face-Slapped by a Mortal Cultivator from the Start

>I am the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World, master of the laws of order and guardian of all living beings.

>That day, the demons from beyond the realm tore open the void, devoured the stars, and brought devastation to all life.

>I manifested as the Eye of the Heavenly Dao and called down heavenly punishment to destroy them, only to summon an even more terrifying presence: the Old Ones.

>All the saints of the Primordial World were afraid. I alone felt no fear.

>For I knew that every living being in the Primordial World was my flesh and blood.

>Wherever my flesh and blood reach, demons can be slain.

In the depths of chaos, where time has no measure, only the strings of the laws tremble silently, weaving the pulse of the universe. I am that pulse itself: the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World. My formless will pervades every wisp of nascent pure energy and every particle of settled turbid energy. The birth and death of countless stars are no more than fleeting images of a single thought of mine. The flourishing of myriad races, the clamor of competing doctrines, the majesty of mountains and rivers: all are patterns upon my body, the whispers of my will in the mortal world.

Protection is the deepest mark engraved in my very essence.