Beneath Mount Buzhou grew a green lotus, with a drop of Pangu's heart's blood nestled in its heart. The lotus took human form, becoming a young Daoist. He had no name and lay beyond the Heavenly Dao's reach. In his hand was a staff of black and yellow bamboo. Because it was hollow, it could weigh the cause and effect of all things.
During the War of the Lich Clans, he drew a line through the middle of the battlefield. Dijun and Dijiang each retreated three hundred li. The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect came to test him. The Qian Kun Ring remained sheathed, while the Heaven-Flipping Seal resonated inside a sleeve. The Ancestral Wu Zhulong awoke from his slumber just to glimpse “the way out Father God left for the Primordial World.” The Tongtian Cult Leader placed a jade token from Biyou Palace on a riverbank. He did not pick it up. Houtu opened her palm, revealing a crack that pointed toward Mount Buzhou.
When the Investiture of the Gods descended, he changed the death roster into a voluntary sign-up sheet. The Heavenly Dao fell ill, and Hongjun bowed his head to ask him, “Can you weigh my cause and effect?” He placed himself on the other side of the scale.
From then on, the Heavenly Dao governed the rules, while the Nameless One governed cause and effect. Good deeds were rewarded, and evil deeds punished. The Primordial World had a scale, and that scale rested in people's hearts.
Breaking away from the traditional prehistoric fighting routine, the cause and effect of all living beings are measured by the scale of the great road. The layout is grand and far-reaching, the characters have strong character, and the plot hides the philosophy of heaven. The more you read, the more interesting it becomes.