The core of the Qin Clan's ancestral land, on a cloud platform, Dao Rhyme and Spirit Light.
A figure in white is seated and expounding Dao:
"Common folk practice Dao, often fixated on existence. See mountains and rivers as reality, regard divine techniques as truth, greedy for longevity, clinging to victory, all trapped in illusions."
"The path of illusion and annihilation is not destruction, but breaking delusion... Arising from conditions, birth; conditions extinguished, dispersal, inherently there's no true permanence."
This is none other than Qin Cangwu's transformation, with a perpetual flow of perfect Dao Rhyme around him, eyes clear as cold stars.
Before him, dozens of young men and women, all core disciples of the Qin Clan, extraordinarily gifted, forming the future foundation of the lineage.
The audience listens, intoxicated, some frowning in thought, others nodding silently, engraving every word of Qin Cangwu into their consciousness, not daring a trace of negligence.
