I’m Really Not a Sage of Letters

King Wen of Zhou interpreted the Book of Changes beside the Luo River, exterminating countless billions of gods and ascending to sagehood on the spot, protecting humanity for a thousand years of unbroken prosperity. Jiang Taigong fished with a straight hook beside the Wei River. Millions of demons became fish on his line, and his name as a Martial Sage shone like the bright moon in the sky. Laozi rode a green ox through Hangu Pass. Purple clouds stretched for ten thousand li as he wrote the Dao De Jing and destroyed countless spirits, making the Daoists' name resound through the ages. A thousand years ago, Blue Star was in turmoil. Humanity was torn by internal strife. Confucius traveled among the many states, persuading their rulers. When powerful demons surrounded him at Chen and Cai, Confucius experienced enlightenment in a single day and wrote Spring and Autumn. His brush became a blade, and he carved the demons to pieces. Confucian teachings were formally accepted by the various states. The four sages shone with boundless light, ensuring humanity's generations would never die out and ushering in prosperity. On this day, a top scholar who had been framed opened his eyes and gazed with curiosity at this world, both familiar and strange.