Who Is the One Who Rules?

The new moon shone bright, casting a brilliant silver glow over the quiet night.

An overwhelming presence, carrying the vast and primal power of the wilderness, surged from the ancient green fir that pointed straight toward the heavens, pressing down on everything around it. Two graceful figures stood silently beneath the tree. One wore blue, the other black. Together with the tree and the night, their figures seemed to blend into the scene, appearing both ethereal and unreal.

"The time has come. You must leave." The one in blue glanced at the man in black standing across from him with his hands clasped behind his back. After a pause, he advised in a cool voice, "No matter how much you try to run from it, you will never escape the restraints of the Heavenly Dao and fate. Accept your lot." The man in black gave a derisive snort and retorted, "I believe in fate, but I won't submit to it. What does the so-called Heavenly Dao matter? I decide my own fate, not Heaven!" The one in blue watched the other's retreating figure disappear into the distance, then murmured as if to himself, "The wheel of fate has already begun to turn. The road ahead will not be as smooth as before. I only hope you can keep following your own path and press onward, just as you do today."

A fierce wind suddenly swept through the ancient tree's branches, erasing the traces left by the departing man and concealing everything...