"In my entire life, I've been flawless. You, my incompetent master, are my greatest blemish. Only after wiping away this stain will I ascend to the status of a god."
Bi Fang cut down his master and ascended to the Heavenly Dome, slaying the Old Gods. His already brilliant life became even more radiant,
yet amidst the multicolored radiance, Bi Fang felt a twinge of unease.
A person who has never lost fears losing more than others.
He did not want to lose, nor was he willing to, so he blocked every threat to himself.
He sealed the inheritance of the Tangkou, laying traps along the Incense Fire Path. From then on, the storyteller's Tangkou hadn't produced eight incense sticks in three hundred years.
"No one can threaten my supreme glory."
Bi Fang was always so self-satisfied, yet the sudden rise of Zhou Xuan shattered his dominion over the storytellers.
