The Qingyun Sect was on the brink of ruin. Its Sect Master, blood and tears streaming down his face, kowtowed before the Burial Saint Valley. “We beg our Saint Ancestor to come to our aid!”
A voice answered from within the valley: “Stop bowing. The Saints are all dead.”
Just as all hope seemed lost, a man in a green robe patted him on the shoulder and said lazily:
“The Saints are all dead, so… I've awakened.”
From then on, a wandering passerby walked the mortal world.
He could pour wine to form rivers and touch stones to make them immortal. His words became law, and he treated the gods and demons of the myriad heavens as nothing.
Until one day, he looked up at the sky and murmured in sudden realization:
“So this world is just a page in a book?”
