Da Feng: From copying golden entries to becoming an immortal in the mortal world

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The prosperity of humanity in this world today is due to the dedication and hard work of Teacher Jianzheng.

The authority over this realm was taken from the Master of Supervision by you, not from the Heavenly Way that has now lost its humanity.

In this world.

You will uphold and carry on the will of Master Jianzheng, and safeguard a world where humanity is the dominant race, and where all races can flourish!

[This day.]

The long-vacant position of Director of the Imperial Observatory has finally been filled by the person who has been waiting for it.

"In my capacity as an overseer, I oversee the balance of Heaven's ways and rectify the principles of the world."

"To cultivate benevolence in people's hearts, to establish rules for methods and laws, and to clarify the constant principles of righteousness and propriety!"

[The celestial pronouncement ends, and your illusory image overlooking Kyushu dissipates.]

You sit alone on the celestial observation deck of the Holy Court, eyes closed, fishing for the Milky Way.

This is your warning to the will of Heaven.

[Heaven, in its anger, only showed a brief moment of resentment.]

[He resented that the previous Heavenly Dao failed to distinguish right from wrong, and deliberately helped the human race rise, which was extremely unbalanced!]

Whenever I'm alone.

The wind brushed past my ears, sounding just like the rustling of my robes when my teacher, the Imperial Supervisor, sighed.

You stand on the clouds, beneath which lies a sea of ​​clouds where all races and peoples bow in worship, incense smoke curls into threads, each strand binding your soul.

That is the shackle of destiny unique to you, and also the sustenance upon which all races depend for survival.

The words a teacher utters before their death always seem to emerge when the incense is burning brightest.

Every word carries a profound sense of vicissitude, sorrow, and compassion.

"Bearing the fate of one's clan alone and enjoying the worship of countless other clans is a bitter experience."

"Even though they have transcended worldly concerns, they are still deeply entrenched in the mundane world and unable to extricate themselves."

"I'm so sorry to have troubled you."

[Until the Master of Supervision exhausted his spiritual energy, he finally uttered the words, "Life is not worth living."]

You raise your hand, your fingertips brushing against the magical texts floating in the void.

[Those with extraordinary abilities can determine the fate of heaven and earth, alter yin and yang, and even manipulate destiny, yet they cannot shed the weight of their incense offerings.]

Those beliefs were so intense that they would cause an ordinary person's soul to tremble and crumble.

Every wisp of incense carries the prayers of millions of lives.

These prayers, with their accompanying obsessions, suffering, and desires, weigh heavily on our shoulders, more tormenting than the most severe magical restrictions.

Is it difficult?

[You, as a Confucian sage, taught the people about universal harmony and justice, and drove away the great calamity that ravaged the land, thus protecting peace and stability in the world.]

[One can attain sainthood through destiny, and only after transcending worldly concerns will one understand.]

True transcendence means standing outside of the masses.

Witnessing joys and sorrows, yet unable to step out, watching helplessly as smoke rises and falls from chimneys, children cry, and the elderly weep, that empathy becomes a slow, agonizing torture.

[I thought that Professor Jianzheng had been invincible for too long, but how lonely must invincibility be for him to utter such outrageous and unrealistic words.]

Now that you've reached that age and level of understanding, you finally understand how deeply you resonated with what Teacher Jianzheng said back then.

【"yes……"】

The ultimate art of magic can elevate you above the heavens, while Confucian principles keep you grounded in the mortal world.

You can oversee the workings of Heaven and uphold the moral order of the world, yet you cannot escape the entanglements of "humanity" in your heart.

"Life is not worth living..."

The sigh of the supervising professor still echoes.

You look down and see the lights of countless homes, and children happily chasing butterflies across the cobblestone path.

[There are harmonious couples leaning against their thatched gates, waiting for their loved ones to return; there are scholars studying late into the night by lamplight; there are old farmers returning home laden with their harvest.]

The incense burns ever brighter, but the fortune remains heavy.

[As you watched Huaiqing handle her affairs, a strange joy welled up within her. She raised her exquisite face and gazed at the sky.]

[Lin'an, who was playing with the children at the orphanage, also sensed something, immediately put her hands on her hips, pointed angrily at the sky, and muttered.]

[Chu Caiwei, the junior colleague in charge of food safety, was in her sleep thanking her junior colleague for his gift.]

Little did she know, her pretty, fair face was already covered in Xu Lingyin's saliva.

【…】

You gently raised your hand, and a spell was cast from your fingertips, soothing a drought in a certain place on earth, and then, with Confucian words, you transformed into a spring breeze, dispelling the resentment in the city.

Then you whispered to yourself.

[It's like answering a teacher, and also like telling myself:]

"But in this world, there are things worth protecting..."