Before my father died, all he left me was a busted inkstone that couldn’t grind ink.
The entire Qingyun Sect laughed at me for having a broken Daoist foundation and being born a good-for-nothing.
The elders trampled me, my fellow disciples bullied me, and my fiancée broke off our engagement in front of everyone, saying I’d never amount to anything.
Then, at the sect ceremony, just as they pinned me to the ground and humiliated me to death
The busted inkstone exploded!
A foul-mouthed, hot-tempered old man sprang out of it, claiming to be the Inkstone Spirit of the Eternal Ages. His very first words ripped through the heavens:
“A bunch of pathetic nobodies dare insult my master?
This trash sect thinks it can teach the heir of the Ink Dao?”
While others cultivate spiritual energy, refine their inner cores, and compete for the Great Dao,
I walk a path to heaven that no one else can reach:
My heart is the ink, my spirit the brush, and the inkstone my Dao!
I need no spiritual energy and borrow nothing from heaven or earth. With a single thought, I form a character; with one character, I subdue a mountain!
The elders who once called me a good-for-nothing now kneel in the dust, begging me to grant them a character that will take them to the next realm.
The prodigy who once discarded me like trash searches all three realms, just hoping I’ll look her way again.
The sages of the heavens bow before me, and the demon emperors of myriad worlds lower their heads:
“Master of the Inkstone, please set the rules of the universe!”
They all think I’m an underdog who rose to greatness overnight.
Little do they know, I’ve been the one moving the pieces all along.
This humble, battered inkstone
holds the Daoist foundation stolen from me, my father’s shocking identity, and ancient secrets that could overturn the three realms.
The world is unjust?
Then I’ll make the inkstone my spearhead and the ink my blade,
cutting down the gods above and sweeping away the fiends below. And in between, I’ll set straight anyone who dares defy me!
