My Organ City Has Soared

Above the sky are all the heavens and myriad realms, filled with myriads of Taoism and Dharma. Under the dust is where we are, the lower realm of cultivation. The monks here all absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and refine their supreme power in order to ascend. They firmly believe that this is the only right way to heaven. Only I know that this "Tao" is just one of thousands of methods. In my eyes, everything is composed of "reason" - the wind has its own trajectory, the mountains have its veins, and the stars have their own laws. The [Mechanism Technique] I practice is not a miraculous skill, but a "tool" that points directly to the origin of the universe. Monks refine their Qi in order to achieve transcendence. The purpose of my investigation of things is... To reconstruct. Now, the lower world is shaking violently, and the spiritual energy is exhausted. Above the nine heavens, the decree of the will of the heavens came: "Tao and law should be unified, and heretics should be punished." I stroked the core made of countless gears in my hand and looked towards the sky. They see me as an ant who has strayed from the road. Little did they know that I, the "ant", had held the key to deconstructing their world. The battle between Tao and weapons, the battle between the lower world and the heavens, begins from this moment.