The sound of the Heavenly Dao, like the morning drum of the Dao, seemed as if it had traveled from time immemorial, resonating in every corner of the continent, echoing in the ears of every creature.
The cultivators are born into this world, pursuing the Supreme.
The Heavenly Dao is the Supreme of a world, the highest ruler of a continent. No one ever thought, it turns out, the Heavenly Dao also has thoughts.
It stands high above the Nine Heavens, observing everything on the continent. In its eyes, all creatures are nothing but food reared in enclosures.
Even the strongest cultivator at the pinnacle of the continent, Wang Lin, is ultimately just a larger and more unruly beast within the enclosure, still just a creature within the pen in the eyes of the keepers outside.
Does it feel despairing?
Is it cruel?
Perhaps in the eyes of the ones being reared, the world is harsh; it's cruel, as living to the end cannot escape the fate of being obliterated and devoured.
