Deception? Manipulation?
When a person's meaning of "existence" is even defined by others, what does so-called deception amount to?
"Fire... what an apt name for Fire..." Dao Sheng murmured to himself, his golden left eye, with a pupil deep like the sun of Dao, seemed to ignite at the eternal, immovable "origin point," revealing an extreme calmness and rage. Meanwhile, his right eye, which contained the Chaotic Nebula, the gray nebula spun more violently, billions of "possibilities" within it were frantically emerging and vanishing, as though deducing every path to escape fate.
"So, everything I have experienced, everything I have endured, was merely your 'tempering' mastery. 'Throat of Chaos' is the hammer, the flow of Law is the water, my world, my Dao, is merely the anvil and flame for you to forge me as the 'Weapon.'"
His voice did not escape this world, only echoed within his Divine Soul. But he knew Fire could hear.
