"In my, in the beginning of this eye, it originates from a scroll, a Yin Yang Divine Eye Diagram."
Black Eye spoke softly, saying thus.
Yin Yang Divine Eye Diagram.
In other words, the Tai Chi Eight Trigrams Diagram of a past life.
"Continue." Zhang Fusheng frowned, was the old man... the Celestial Lord of Tao and Virtue?
Black Eye spoke in a deep voice:
"All visions flash by quickly, unclear, the only clarity is the Yin Yang Diagram."
"On that diagram, float two kinds of qi, yin and yang, some faint yin qi descended into the mortal world, just entered my body..."
"Hence, my eye exists."
He extended his hand, pointing to his ink-black eye, devoid of any sclera or pupil.
"After that, before my eye, was the past—but more so, the future."
Black Eye's voice echoed deeply:
"It's the consequence of all causes, the end of all things, the predestined life plate of others, the future, the stillness..."
