Li Er closed the bamboo slips, and the purple air outside Hangu Pass dissipated.
He's gone.
And I, Guan Yinxi, the last person in the world who listened to his sermons, heard the crisp and desperate sound from the depths of the universe, like broken porcelain, at the next moment.
——Tao, collapsed.
The sky has not collapsed and the earth remains stable, but the realm of all those who practice "Taoism" is rapidly declining. My lieutenant, a master who has "achieved the first realm", looked at his palm in horror, where the Dao lines representing "order" were breaking and turning into chaos.
"General... Tiandao, is he dead?"
I didn't answer, I just held the long sword in my hand tightly. The first chapter of the Tao Te Ching was engraved on the sword. At this moment, those words were glowing faintly, becoming the only navigation beacon in this collapsed world.
I know that I am not leaving, he is going to a certain death appointment.
