When I Woke Up, I Became an Agent of Evil Heaven.

The old Taoist priest staggered back to the temple, gray mist seeping out of his seven orifices. He trembled and drew what he saw: not tentacles or giant eyes, but a Tai Chi diagram that was constantly correcting itself, with yin and yang fish actually devouring each other in a cycle. "The way of heaven... Is alive..." He murmured, and then his body began to "decompose", not rotting, but dissolving into the wind like ink stains meeting water.