Distant Enlightenment

Chunks of solid rock, hardened by the dense energy of the primitive world tumbled down into both sand and ocean. Though they seemed ordinary, each piece of granite was sturdier than entire planets.

Yet Da Hai's fists casually sunk into these pieces of stone effortlessly. He tore away at the cliffside and tossed away unnecessary rubble.

Like this, he carved away at the cliff face quickly and efficiently, digging a hole into the centre of the structure.

The Heavenly Lord narrowed his eyes at the dark coloured rock carefully. His divine senses had already informed him of the powerful, albeit not uncommon treasure that lay within.

Da Hai reached out with his right hand. His palm sunk into the final piece of stone grabbing hold of a spiritual object. Feeling the smooth yet dirty surface of his objective, Da Hai pulled his arm out.

He shook off the excess dirt and eyed the piece of jade he held. It was a spectacular pair of jade. Once cleansed of dirt, it displayed a marvellous white sheen that sparkled under the light of countless stars.

Da Hai breathed in the emanating Qi rich air and nodded with a rare smile of satisfaction. "Yes, you are the one," he muttered.

The jade he held in his hand, though beautiful, wasn't that special when compared to the resources both he and Zulong had stored over the years. In fact, it was a fairly new object that the world had just given birth to, not worth putting in the same mention as xiantian spiritual treasures.

Those spiritual objects were nurtured for countless years and absorbed the raw Primordial Qi and even Chaotic Qi. This pair of jade could only really serve as jewellery in its current form.

Both pieces of jades were linked by a small chain. A joint connection that emphasised a destined link between both objects. The pieces were also similar yet different. One was slightly large than the other, while the smaller one had a greater lustre.

Da Hai examined both pieces carefully, he can't make a mistake in this stage, the correct piece had to be identified. He sat cross legged midair and meditated.

Not far from him, the unidentifiable figure of the Heavenly Dao's body appeared. It cross its arms and impatiently tapped its feet in the air.

However, Da Hai kept his eyes shut. He carefully examined the energy patterns from both pieces of jade. The vital Qi from each object resembled a faint wisp, a not dissimilar existence than a soul.

In fact, it was a premature soul. A partially formed embryonic form of a living being. In this manner, the jades contained within the cliff was being incubated.

When Da Hai found them moments ago, they would've just been immature embryos rather than fully formed connate lifeforms.

This process was how innate gods and creatures were born. They were all connate lifeforms, fully formed living beings from birth, born out of the energy of heaven and earth. They had no parents and no childhoods, they simply were from the beginning.

Wangshu, Hongjun, Zulong, Da Hai, the ancestors of the myriad clans were all the same. Creatures incubated by the world or the chaos and born into existence after many years.

In many ways, they were cousins to xiantian spiritual treasures. The only difference was that one gained a true Soul and thus status as a living being.

True souls were not souls, but souls can come from true Souls. Strictly speaking, an individual's true Soul did not belong them. The true soul existed within the universe, or chaos world's River of Destiny, a conceptual place that was difficult to traverse. A soul can extinguish in an instant but a true soul was much more resilient. True souls can only expire naturally if the universe they belong to perish.

At the same time, they were what generated regular souls of men and animals. As such they were also what kept someone in the cycle of reincarnation. An existence that maintained birth, death, and rebirth.

When one broke into the Golden Immortal realm, one must pull their true souls out of that river hence gaining control of their true souls. In this way, the Golden Immortal tribulation was in fact a tug of war between a Heavenly Immortal and the River of Destiny.

For innate gods however, these people were born in ownership of their true souls. Their true souls developed within them from the get go and was never a part of the River of Destiny.

The soul developing within the two pieces of jade were primitive true souls. These weren't just connate lifeforms but future innate gods.

After a while, Da Hai opened his eyes. He raised the smaller piece of jade in contemplation. "Who would've guessed it'll be you," he sighed and took a look at the Heavenly Dao's avatar.

"I'm going to begin now," without hesitation, Da Hai began chanting mid air. The Heavenly Dao watched in confusion as it witnessed Da Hai seemingly return to cultivation.

Perhaps he was just trying to get a good handle on his future student, this was the Heavenly Dao's thought. As such, sick of waiting, the will of the primitive world turned its attention away from the sea god. Its body disappeared from the great wilderness

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Deep as ocean, still as ice, vast like the starry expanse, narrow like a corridor.

Drip, drip, drip.

The road I seek is an ever distant one. The path to power I see is not one of domination nor one of inaction. I wish to follow along and do as the road do. Walk as the road walks, turn as the path turns.

My eyes see the goal, I know where it is, I know what I want to achieve. But it is so far out of reach, it remains in my eyes taunting me forever distant away from me.

I came into this world clueless and erratic, confused and lost. I came into this world imperfect despite my body's perfection. I was a corrupted godfiend from the start.

Yet I too have found a path worth traversing. I seek perfection through this path. I shall walk it to the ends of the earth, become the existence that is both near and far.

Like an ocean in the horizon, I am in view yet out of reach.

An ocean forever distant from this world.

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The primitive world, this universe forged by Pangu's hands is unique among chaos worlds. Born out of the corpses of countless higher dimensional lifeforms, it is the culmination of numerous vast Daos.

Unlike other chaos worlds, it is both grand and eternal, just like the chaos sea. But it is also immature and growing. It is not the Three Realms mentioned in ancient legends.

This jade I hold is one who holds great destiny. He is the son of heaven destined to be the most powerful man in the universe. Whether he be strong or not is irrelevant in relation to his role.

Ordinarily, he will grow and come into his own. Whether he naturally be born and train under the Heavenly Dao's watch as a prince raised by man, an assistant hired by the Heavenly Lord of the Primordial Beginnings, or a bell boy for the Dao Ancestor's Zixiao Palace. All roads lead to the empyrean's throne.

Reigning above the world from the thirty three heavens. You should've been left alone as you were.

But I cannot allow that. You will be crucial in the future battles. I have lost hope of surpassing them. But I don't necessarily need to be the one to fight them. A united heaven under your command is one of the factors that could do it.

But, I don't know you. I don't trust you. And I can't risk getting to know you.

I am the world's worse scumbag. To see my own grievances through, I wanted others to do what I could not. But as I prepared them I realised I could not do it. I could not raise sacrificial pawns. So I have decided to use myself.

So I.

I…

I am…

Ah…

I am sorry for what I'm about to do to you, Haotian.

My mind cleared and my heart beats smoothly. My grip on the jade tightened as tears shed from my eyes. Sorry, your majesty.

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̷̨͎̲͓̠̞̽͋͂̆̽̒͝B̷͖̝̼̽̌̿̋͑͜͝ų̸̹̗̹͑̓̓͘ț̴̢̝̟͔͚̈́̄̈̐͂̕͜ ̴͍̼̖̌̊̌̈̄͗ǹ̵͉̤ò̵̟̮͉̀͝n̵͓̝͈̤͂ẽ̵̢̯͈̱̖̥̐̀̍ ̴̧̼̣̼̉͛͠o̴̢̞͖̙̤͔̓f̵̰̹̗̠̳͛̓̐͒̋ ̶̖͌̕t̷̛͙̐͑̾̔͛̕h̵̨̡̝̯̖̀̍̇͝͝ă̵̛̗͈̦̳̳̞͛̋̑̚͠ț̵̤͎̝̥̟̊͋'̴̛̹̊s̷̳͍͉͇̗̤̏̄ ̶̛̼̺̏̑̆͘r̶͕̱̣̔̈́̓̔̂̐è̷̫̝̼̝͕̥̈̉̔͝a̸͖̳̜͔͒̚l̴͚̝͎͙̯̙̾̎̀̃̀̇̕l̶̢̛̖̱̩̈͘ͅý̵͙̜̪ ̴̛͖̜͖̣̹͖̗̉͛̅͠i̷͖̣̮̰̝͌m̵̙̄̊̈̈́̉͘p̴̰̟̫̪̣͉͌̓̈ơ̸̦̠̼̗͗͌̽̇̕ȓ̴̛̪̫̄͐͒́t̶͕̙̝͂̋ą̷͎̫̟̑ͅn̶͙̻̤͍͈̒͂͛͝t̷̘̟̭̤͖͆̒͘͜ ̵̹͎̯͍̖̏̀̄͘r̸̛̥̼̽̀͜ỉ̶̥̟̜̤̝̉͒͑̀g̵̫̠̝̀ͅȟ̷͇͖̽͜ẗ̸̳̜̖̹̖̫͚́̓̽͝ ̷̩̪͕̭͇͎̬͘n̶̨̐͂́̀o̸̡̰̥̩̦̙̐̐́̕͝w̶̬͎̼̥͉̰̅̐̍͝͝.̵͖̈́̂̔̄́̓͝ ̵͇̣̻̬͔͉͗̒̏̈͂͝͝Y̷͙̖̼̹͚͓̼̔̇̀̿̆̚͠ô̵͔͕̬̪̼͙̘̂̇̚ȗ̸̗̩̂͑̈́̄͗ ̶̪̺̘̲̦̎̓̂̂̈́͝a̸̡̜͇̣̜͈͛͐̃̓͗̅͋r̶̝͛̈́̄̀͒̔ë̸͖̱̫͚́ ̴̢͙̰̜̃͊̎̅̔ŵ̵͕͖̝͕̠͖́̓̊h̷̥͍͙̦̞͓͒̑͘o̵̼̾̈́̃̈́͑͑͝ ̷̞̓̒̇͗i̶̳̎̈́͑͂͂̕s̴̢̛̤̺̞̻̈́͒̎͘ͅ.̷̢̱̗̮̫̼͑ͅ ̸̗͈̣̝͇̜͕̒͆̀̓̈H̴̯͈͙̩̤̃͑̋͘o̵̢̡̧̺͉̪͌̅͒̓ͅn̴̨̻͆͆̇ẹ̵͉̜̌̄͋̅͑ŝ̴̯̍̕͘͘̕͝t̸̲͛̾̽͘l̵̺̺̩̺̪̤͂̄̀̀̓y̸̬͔͖̳͔̔̇̈́̐̕,̸̡̲̣̭̓̆ ̸̨͒̑̋̒ẗ̶̞́̏̒o̸̧̼̠̬͘ ̷͍͎̟͖̾͊̏͊͝t̷̳̘́̌̉̂̆̌̒h̷̰̦̯͗̊̕ͅi̴̗̠͇͛̇̅̀͠n̴̪͙̑k̵̢̧̤͓̿ ̷̹̬̆̏̈͛̾̓̂s̷̲͕̈́o̵̞̯̜̥̎̓m̷͚̃͋̋͌́͂ě̷̙̰̰̣̠̱͖̒̋̈́̕͝͝ẗ̸̪́͠ḩ̴̬̼̲̉̏͂̓̑̓͠i̸̘̫̹̯͒̒̐̄̐́̀n̷̛̮͓̼͉͍g̸̨̡͕̲̏̏͊͛̈́̀͠ ̴̰͈̝̥̗͙͌ḽ̶̢̦͇̫̇́̑i̸̙̬̠̪̣͕͌̓̑͝ͅk̵͍̫̥̬͍͒͜e̸̙͔̱͓̓͂ ̵̰͙̱̎̌̍́́y̶̱̟͇͉̹̽̌̿͐o̸̙͠û̷̪͘ ̸͍̜̎͛̕͜c̷̘̫͍͈̭̊͗o̶͈̳̠͕̲̗͚͗͐̇̄u̴̮͍̙̹̖͒̈̽͝͝l̴͚͚̪̬͛͆̿͂d̷̨̡̛̺͛̿̂̊̃̇ ̴̜͕̩̱̺̯͗̃̔͘s̷̡̼̜̤̋̓͊͌͘̚p̷̢̲̰̺͓̾̈́͘͠a̵̟̭̖̙͕͝w̶̘̭͙̗̐̏͂͛n̶̛̪͓͔̖̽̾̈́͒̎͠.̵̢̹̥͍̪̤͕́͋̂́͝ ̵̛̝̙̥̇̽̎͋͆͝Ĭ̸͕͙ͅf̵̨̂̎̎͘ ̵̟̱͓͙͈͙͊̇͂̋̉͘͘I̴̛͎͖̭̣̐͌̎͝͠ͅ ̴̻̇̋͐́͋͆h̷̡̲͓̩̖͌ä̶̦̳͕͔̯̹́́̿̌̓̕̕d̴̢̡͓̎͛n̷̡̨͓̩̈́̍͛̆̋̂'̴̨̨̛̻̯̐̒̀͠ṱ̸̢̪̋̎ ̵͙̙̻̫͎͑͗̈k̸͎̫͎̔̊n̴̪̭̣̭̚o̴̪̰̯̻͐̐́̾́̎ẇ̴̢̨̒͒̑̈́̐̈́͜n̶̡͔̭͆ ̴̪̟̣̺̮̲̫͛̆̊a̶̦̍͆̈̋̀n̶̜̯̬̈́͛͠y̷̹̆̋͌̓ ̶̩̺͈̄͗͂́͌͝͝b̵̰͇̞̩̄̚̕e̷̩̿̔͆̀t̵̞̝̙̖͎̀̏͗͌̎͝ţ̸̦̤̲͉̦̈̾̋̐͌͘͝ͅȩ̴̺͈̬͇̪̈̇̂͂͜ŕ̷̺̠̌̍̀͜ ̵̢̪̣̰̗̏͛̉͛̇͠I̶̥̓͊͐̿ ̵͔̮̲̬̘̬̑͆ẃ̸̳͋̈͝ǭ̵̛̖̦̼̥͓̦̀̾͋͠ǔ̶̢͙̖̹̿l̶̡̧̬̟̻̜̽d̷̲͛͌̇̓̽͆ ̵̣̹̠͆́̀̏͜t̵͉̹̰̔̀̂̈́̑̚̕ͅh̴̛͖̹͇̥͙̭̑̾̄i̸͙̜͍̘̤͑͋͗n̶͖̪̼̦̠̏̊̄̋̉̈́ķ̴̧͓̱̬̯̟̌͂ ̸͉͕̩͉̮̺̆̎͛͂̍͗ẗ̵̛͍͙́̀͝h̴͓̝̮̑͂̿̿̑͜͠ë̸̩̖́̀̾̎͝͝ ̷͍͕̺̀̈́͝c̷̲͎̥̞̹̔o̵̢̨͓̊͒̿͋̿͑͜n̴͇͓͓͖̳̣̐́͜t̶̹̟͈͇̮̭̮̎͛r̵̥̠͖̅͛͂͌̍o̷̧̳̠̯̮̻̓͂̋͗̈́͆͐͜l̶̢̦̞̳̔͌ͅ ̴̧̨̛̛̺͈̣͗̈́̉p̶̛͍͎̲̞͝ȑ̴̩̤̻̔̓̔́ò̶͚̼̜̖̺̖͍́͗̚g̸̤͇͍͍̙̓́̒́͊͝͠r̷̨̬͇̬̆̓͂ȧ̶̪̞͍͙̲̿́́̿ͅm̷̯̺̺̲͆͋ ̶̙͗̾͂̔i̴̛͓̥̞̩͋͛́͒̒͝s̷͍̓̓͝ ̶͇͂͂̂͝͠f̵̧̫̺͙̰͙͚̂͌̓͗̀u̴̩͈̠̬͖̓c̷͉̯̔́͆͗͛ķ̷̼̱̘̈́̔̔̅̈́͘͠i̵̛̯̣͍̖̩̣̐̉̀̚̚n̴̹̆̋́g̵͍̱̎̽̉̓̍̄̏ ̴͖̰̟̺͂̀w̵̦͇̰̜͉͎̟͊͒͒i̸̧̫͔͍̜̘͍͋̽̀̀̈́t̴̻̏͒͒͛̓͠h̴̭̓͆̄̈́̕ ̵̢̛̙̊́̿̑͐͜ͅm̶̮̙͔͚̥͒ͅe̶̦̦͊.̵̢̛̩͚́͋̈́

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̴̨͍͚͎͊̋͐͜Ḇ̷͇́͛ų̸̩̟̙̎̈̊͘͜t̴͓̻̗͚͍̩̓͘ͅ ̷͍̲̣͘ś̸͙̗̞͍̯͍́͐͛̏t̶̤͙̹̙̣̋̿͑͋͝i̶̪̊̇̀̈́͋ḻ̷̲̘͈͇̉l̶̠̬͕͛̎̄̉͑,̵̨̫̰̜͙̱̂̆̈́͜ ̵͉͕̱́̓̀ͅẗ̶͖̩̩̗͝h̶̭̲͓͊͑́̾̂a̵̼̫̮̻̼̙̖̒t̶̛͕͚̖̲͋̊́͗̉̕ ̷̲͈̝̱͇̻̒͋̆͗̽į̴̧͖̪͍̘͍͝ș̷͈͖̫͕͍͆́̒̌̚͜ ̴͙͍̳̩̘̩̦̃̐͆s̵͈͋͛͂̓̕͠o̴̟̲͍̼̱̙͐͊̌̓̈́̾m̵͖̄̃̽̓̿ẽ̶̜̬͇̝̞̲͐̓ ̸͚̭̹͓͔̲́͒̾b̸̨̠̼͆a̵̪̰̤̓̆́̈̄̋̓ľ̵̨͎̱̜̠̕͘l̸͙̼͆̃̋͊͒́͝s̶̜̝͇̾͝ ̵͍͚̗̪̬̪̐̃̃̕͘y̸̼̘̤̱̙̋͊̽̉̈̚o̷̧̢̞͓̺͈̿̑́̄̐̔ư̵͎̠̰͉̪̱͆̈́̾̀́͘͜ ̸̧̣͂͆̌̿̔h̵̻͈̰͛̾̚ã̵̖̥ṿ̷̯͐͌ȩ̶̫͈̟̰͙̐̍͂́͜.̶̠͎͙̟͇̃ ̴̺̮̮̞̣̅͆̌̀̍̀W̶̡̖̣̺͂h̴̨̻͚̼̖͌̐̒͝a̷̼̬̍͊̐́̔̕t̶̢̨̹́ͅ ̸̰̯̱̺̭͐͑̑̍̿̿͆y̵̪͕̰̳̞͈̠͋̑͐̾o̶͕̗̟͆̓̽͑͠ú̷̡͎̳̞̣̘̲̓̀́͠'̶̬̤̐ͅr̷͍͍͖͇̙̎̽̍̊̎̆ê̴̼̗̜͗̓́ ̷͔̬͎̀̅̽͝ͅa̶͕͑͆͒̂̎̚ͅt̸̛̝̱̫̮̦̦̚ͅt̸̩͍̜̟̖́ȇ̷̥̯̜̯̹̜͓̉m̴̩̻̮͚̺̔͜p̵̛̤͕͍̩͚̈́͌́̀͊ṫ̵̟̪͈͉i̶̫̪̩̦͋̈́̓͂̑͝n̷̹̱͈̦̄͂͊͝g̵̹̯̈͑͒͗̽̀͜ ̷̹̙̫͎͠͠i̴͙̯̾͂̐ś̵̮̤͇̗̿̇̈́̆͊͝ ̴̪͈͚̆̂̏́͊c̸͔̾̽͛͌̐̚̕ĕ̵̤̤̺̯̫̈́͒̈́r̴̨͕͖͍̉̆̑̂́t̴̟̩̂̋̑̾̑̈́a̴̧̡̬̬̞̭̣̒͝͝͝ḭ̵̘́͐̍͠n̵͈̻̖̳͑̅l̴̝̲̓͌̃͊y̷̢̛̤̙͚͆̽̆ ̵̨͚̂̏̓̊̒̕a̷̳͛̓̑͠ ̸̤̔̌̐̚l̶̜̜̠̙̫̍͛̑͜i̸̯̤̱͇̙̓͋͒͒̎͌͊t̷̠̮͈̓̓͜t̵̡̛̳̻̫̦͐̇͛̾͛͂l̸̢̺̩̠̩̼̑͌͆́́̚e̸̥̪̩̣̻͑ͅ ̷̡͕͕̐̆ȗ̴͕͕̝̤̈n̴͎̫̻͙͌͜͝o̷͔̓̀͆̈́̌͝͝r̶̨̯͓̝͙̈́͝ͅt̵͓͖̲̼͇̲̯̂ẖ̷̛̲̦͑͗̈́̐̐̏o̵̼͚̼̰͐̊̆͗͂̌̾d̷̘̤̲̝̗̤͍͊̋o̶̜͍̱̻̺̐̔͑͛͋͛͘x̵̧̺͎̯̰̲̂̐̃̾̀̒.̷̞̔͛͆̽̐̂ ̷͎̝̞͆I̴̪̺̥͂̓͒̿͜ͅt̶̜̲̘̘͙̂̏̆́͂̎'̴͈͙͎̮̭͝l̷̩̻̜̺̩̖͛̃̅̂͂̉l̸̨͔̲̟̞̟̏͒́̈ ̸̪̼͔̞͖̼̕c̸͚̒e̷̯̗͙̐̐r̵͕̾͘ť̶̰̽͒͛͑͒ȧ̷̱̤̹̌̃ị̶͖̣̫͙̒͘ǹ̵͍̱͐l̷̡̲̋͜y̶͌̒̎͒̈͗͜ ̷̼̐͊̀̓́̅p̶̧̖̭͖̹̮̯̒͌͆̋̚͝͝i̷̗̬̓̍̆̈́̓̕s̷̈͆͌̐͘͜͝͝s̵͓̳̦̅̃̄͑͐͝ ̵̩̮́͗̈͘ó̴̬̱̿͑͊f̴̨̪̙͔̓̄f̴̹̩̜̣̞̔̓̃̿̒̄ ̸̨̺̫͔̜̖͆̕ͅţ̵̦̥̗̊͑͐͝ͅḫ̵̭̮͎̃̿̽͘͝ė̴͙͇̻̾̓̕ ̶̖̻̺̂̏̈́̃̕͠r̴̬͉̋̀͐̾̕e̶̫͔͍̱̾̿̀͝ḯ̸̫̰̣̖̰̓̽͊̓g̶̜̈̈́́͆͑̎ṉ̸̨̛̳͚̋́́͒͆̑ͅi̵̞͔̓n̷͔̼̅͑̈́̅g̸̳͎͙̤͚͙͗̽̓ ̴͍̻̹̩͔̜͛̅̒̄͂̑̚p̴̥̖̓̊ȯ̸͚̕w̴̧̗͗e̷̳̲͗̄͐͌̈́͝ŗ̸̳̭̾́̑͌ ̶͖̠́̎̇͌͘ò̶̥̼̳̈́͒̇f̵̺̥̽͜ ̸̢̘̤̜̥͓͗͋̔̅̔̊͛y̵̢̠̤̳̦̔́̃̕͠õ̵̳̯̉͛̏͘͠ȗ̵͉̈́̉̾͛̓ŕ̷͓ ̵̹̫̖̲̗̃́͂̑w̷̢̲̜̭͓̋́o̷̺̙̅̔̚͠͠ṙ̶̮̣͒͠l̷̰̰̯͑̈̿̑͝͝ḋ̶͙̙͙̠̊̕͝.̸͉̐̊̏̑͠ ̵̢̛̝̠͓̹͕̺H̸̺̣͎̅̈́̇̈́͂̅͜͠ǎ̶̛̛̖̯̥̟̣͉̖̐̇i̵͙̻͉̺̳̒,̸̬̳̑̓͗ ̴̢̣̹͗̚I̸̦̮͇̯̋̆̍̏͊̉̕ ̸͕͇͖͍͒f̵̠̝͖̽̄̑́̆͆ŏ̷̢̺͈̻͖́͐̇̑ŗ̶̢̖̟͙͝ĝ̶̛̤̰̩̤̈́̔͆͠õ̸̡͍̣͓̝̘̌̽̔̏̕͝ẗ̸̘́͐̉̄ ̶̧̦̩͐̇̀̾̕h̵̛̯͕͍͓́̈́̇͜ͅo̷̢̝̖̎̓̈͑͊̓͝w̸͎̼͕̟͉̑͛̽͛̈́͝ ̶̘̱̉́̑͠a̶̢͎̖̫͈̙̫͆͑́͒̔̂n̴̤̂̒̓͝ñ̷͓̥̎̀͂o̸̦̣͙̮̙͂̄́y̵̧̹͍̅̄̒͑̓į̷̧̪̃̆̑̔͝n̴͚̻̹͑̄͗̚͝g̷̡͙̞̱̑͗ ̴̪͈͕͎͕͋̓̅t̴̙̬͔̘͔͇̋̈́͛̋̚h̵̲̳̪̐̈́͂͝ǫ̶̛͈̩̹͂̈́̂͂͗̚ŝ̴̮̖͕́͘͝è̷̢̪̖̯͇̻͈̍́͒͝ ̸͖͎̾͗̓̚͝p̷̱̯̯͊͐a̷̺̮̟̻͊ͅr̵̢̢̩͈͚̲͒̑à̵̬͓̼š̶͖͚̮̋͂̚͜ȉ̸̯̺̫̺̱̘̞͛͠ṱ̸̫̝̇͌̏ȩ̷͇̝̟̟̣̌̃̿̅ș̶̳̫̣̥͑͐̈́̄́͝ ̸̟̻͚̘͇͇̀̓̌̀͋̅͛c̷̯̉̿͗͘͝ä̷̗͉͙͈́̎͛́͘͝ǹ̷̙̅̈ ̵̭̼̪͓͂̿́b̸̨̺̬̹̔̽̾̈́́̕e̸̛͇̲̩̻.̵̱̮͆͊͝ͅ

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̶̞̲̬̑̈́̈́͛̚̕O̴̧̡̤̭͍̖͌̓̄͆̆͂̓ḧ̵͕̬̟̈́͗̑͗̈ ̷̢̠̰̬̘̣̫̒̃̓̇́̚w̴͉͈̅é̵̳̘̺͕̂ͅl̷̡̘̗̫̏̀̊͊͘͝l̴̞̔̇͒̈́̚̕,̴̑̏͆̕ͅ ̴͎͚̫͔̣̿̑͒w̵̠̺̗̲̹͇̚á̶̯̗̠̐͗́̎͜͜t̵͕̪̱̤̟̀̍̂̐c̵̰͉̆̌̃̂͘ͅh̴̜̳̳͍̽̑͛i̴̧͔̰̙̳̫̽͑͋̕n̴̡̞̬̩̬͚͔̾̈̈́̒̔̓̚g̶̯͍͆͑ ̴̢̠̟̘͔́̓͂́̀͠͝ÿ̸̡̻͖̬̟̗́ò̷̮̈́̆̇͂̂̅ũ̷̡̢͓͔̟̱̀̓̓̏ ̴̧̣̦͈̖͇͑̐̈́̀̄̕̚͜h̶̠̮͂̒͗̉͗̚a̴̤̩̽̏͋̑s̴͈̟̭̣̫̼͛͂͌̅̑̈́̕͜ ̶̤̯́́͘b̸̢̝͇̠̖͆͛e̶͊̒̃̕͜ẹ̵̭̠͋̔̎́̈̈́͝ͅn̵̡̧͉͕͎͔̐́̀͑͛̕ ̸̫̳̆͋͜v̶͙̮̹͈̰͖͍̂͐̎̊͠e̷̳̦̗͆̒̋̓̃r̶̨̢̖̳̋̒̓̈́̚y̴̧̜̙͍̱͑̈́͋̔̅͘͝ ̷̧͓̤̹̘̟͕̉e̷͉̬̗̗̞͐́ņ̵̹̮̂͑t̵͙͔̼̀̽͒̄͜ͅe̵͉͌̔͝r̶̺͍͍̮͎͇͖̾̊͛͊ẗ̸̯́ạ̵̧͎̈́͗̕͘͠͝ị̸̖͉̍̓͑̓̏̑n̷̗͓̹͓̩̱̫̊͊͆͘͘i̸̩̦̻̥̣̖͊ͅn̵͔̣̤̫̬͕͛ͅǵ̷̭͔͔̆͐͠͝.̸̬̣͋͆͝ ̷̝̫͔̾̄̓I̸͙̥̞̠͋͊̿̆͊͂̚ ̶̛̛̩͎͚̜̗̅̅̒̽͜ͅć̶̯ã̷̡̗͙̙̞͊̚n̸̥͓̙̭͕̑͂͆̀'̷̢̠͕͚̮̓̽ţ̴͔̟̍͂͊̓ ̶̡͇̥̟̲̥̠̈w̴̨̼̹̓͒́̓̇̇͠a̸͙̦͉̰̙͗̈́̽͆̀̕͜i̸̙͖̟̯̙͆̍ẗ̴̺̞̩̹ ̴͓̘̲̙̻̝̔̾́̕t̶̙̥̰̲̽̀̕o̷̢͔̱̝͈̞̦̽̀ ̵̨̧͖͖̙̜̩̾͐̂́̚ṣ̴̻̻͛̅e̵̛̹͓̎è̷͔̩̮̏́͆̏ ̸̧̩͍͈͌̄̌͒̿͠͝h̶̛͓̙̄͜o̸̦̙̬̭̭͋̑̉ẅ̶̢̹̳̫̞̗̩͐́̇͒̕͠ ̴̤͈̳̮̖̮͊y̸̛͇͓̣̫̏̎͊̈́̍̑ͅo̸̡̨̻͇̓͒̋͛̉͑̊ͅú̸̺'̵̼̱̩̳̋̌̈́̈́l̷̡̥͉̮̜̇̑̓̿͝ĺ̸̨̠͚ ̸̯͙̈̄͆͊͐̐ẃ̷̢̦͔͚͙̲͔̾̕ì̵͇͔̝̹̙̝̏̐n̴͚̥̏,̵̛̛̹̟̄̎̏͑̈́ ̵̞̥̫̳̱̉̀̈́̃̈́̅͗ͅI̸̼̝͋͂ ̵͉̓̈à̷̟̝͍̻̓͗̉́͜l̸̺͉̀̄̄͠ḿ̸̘̣̏̑̽͒o̴̫̻̎̇̕s̶̯̥̭̀̅̚͝t̵̺̲͈̣̤̻̒̈́̐ͅ ̸̳̬̦̯̬͎͙͂w̵̺͍̦̺̱̺͘à̶̡̼̹̫͇̮̲͋̅͂́̿n̴͓̘̝͌͊͂̀̚t̸͚̖̗͉̪͂ ̶̢̝͊ẗ̶͓̟͈͕̼̭́͐̃͆o̶̧͖̓͑ ̸͉̺̜́́͆͐̂͑̿l̸͚̈́̃͂̆̓͝o̵̟͒̍ő̴̹̦͓̤̗̈̂̾k̶̞̟̪̀͗̚͝ ̷̟̠͈̥̗̝̈́i̴̪͕̙̓n̷̡̡̛̏͛͘t̸̢̧̗̂ò̶͓͓̱̝̪̩̥̈́͋͋͘̕͝ ̵̰̦̲͎̻͓̞̍̓ÿ̶̦̭͚́̄o̴̹̬̐ù̶̞̆r̶̡̤̈́̃̌́́͑͝ ̸̢̹͚͎̺͈̀̉͗̈́̓f̵̘̤̼̑͋͆̈́͋ư̵̖̝̱̩̖̄̾̆̒͒͋t̸̢͔̩̥̝͙̞̆ŭ̷̙͖̯̹͉̩̆͜͝r̵̭͚̓ė̶̤.̴̧̥̭͇͓̓̎́̕ͅ ̵͈̙̲̘̰̋I̴̙̲̽͑̆̏͝ ̷̧͕̏̀͋̚w̴̢̮͈͇̞̟̎̉̀̀̍o̴̱̭̲̮̞̾̏̑̀͂͗̊n̵̤̤̮͋̿̈́̌̂̚d̷̺̖͗̚ḛ̸̲̱̂̈́ŗ̵̗͎̻̇̈́̀,̵̯̥̒̎̽͗̀͐͊ͅ ̶̳̪̥̬͕̋͐͊̃̀̿͝ͅc̸̺̙̦͂̓a̸̱̭̝͖̲̋͐̑͒͠͝͝ń̷̢̟̥̝̜̫̃ ̶͇͉̈̉̍̏̿̈́͘y̸̧͈̞̽̉̈͌̈o̵̡̞̙̗̘̍̍̀̾̈́̈́u̴̹̞͚̯̟͐̾̊͐̚ ̴͓̩̱͇͓͑r̵̤̜̜̆̍̊̚e̸̢̺̟̝͆͝a̸͚̟̯͐͂̈́̅̈͠͝ͅl̸͔̘̟̻̤̹̖̋̍͊̈̈͌̂l̷̡̦̋͌̀̆y̴̧̢̿̅͆ ̸͖̞̲̪͚̦̔̚͝g̸̼͆̈̍ò̵͍̹͖͕̰̌̈́̋̂̈́ͅ ̸̥͔͉͖́̏̓́͝ã̴͇̪̱̭͚̓ǵ̶̢͚̣̙̩͚̓̐̎̋̽͛ȃ̵̞̦̙̞i̶̛͙̱̳̣̩̞̾͗̓̔n̴̮͕̳̲̈̈́ş̶̨̧͔̩̬͌t̵̩̝̱̤̠̩̲͒̉̿̐̉͘ ̴̬̫̮̪͎̫̑̋t̴̩̓͊͠h̶̠͍͈̜̄̊̔̏͂̓ę̶̝̃̒̊ ̶͓͋͋t̶̼̳̩̀̈́ͅǐ̷͔̯͙̙̆̕͜d̸̰̮̈̎ę̶̣̠̬͖͍̾̈́̍̽͠ ̸̡̤̖̗̄̍̎̈́̈ȯ̷̼͂̀͛̎͝f̷̻̖̺͈͋̂͒̿̔͝ ̷̧̫̗͌̀d̸̼̼͍̎͒ë̶̢̲͖̬̱́̾̇̕ś̸͎̼̮̩͛t̶̰̭͐͒͋̂͋͋i̷̢̦͓͚̖̝̿͂̉͠ņ̷̪̙̝̿̌̌͐͘͠ẙ̴͙̘̭ͅ?̴͙̯̞̾͂̄̓͌̌̈

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̵̛̮̖̾͐̒̒͗Y̷̘̤͙̳̠͆̐͋̈o̴̧̜͎̎͝ͅu̵̦̾̉́̋̈͠ ̸̺͈̭̠̒͘k̸̜̦̻̙͔̭̉̎͐͌̐͊ņ̴̲̻̯͕̲̼̇ȯ̷͕̺̤̂̀͆̊̂w̷̻̹͎̿,̴̡̢̝̘͔̽̋͌̿̆ ̷͍̊̂̚j̸̪̦̤̠͙̫͓̓ṷ̶̞̜̮̦̈́͗̂̈́̏̀s̶̹̬̋̋̓̍̊͛͝t̷̏ͅ ̶̨̰̿ḧ̶̨̻̰̼̘̟́́̈́̿̈ą̴̛̹̱̓̒͌v̴̹̫͖̋̈̀̕i̴̘̭̱̔̔n̶̪͕̦̓͗̌̏͒̆̚ģ̶̪͚̙͌̈́ ̷̛̱̬͎͙͉̮͐̀̆̂͐̔t̵̢̹̺͖̲͛͌h̵̛̬̖̙̜͑̽͝e̴̖̜̭̣̼͑̈́̓̍m̶͚̰̻̊̐ ̵̰̋̓̉͛i̵̭͓͎̖͕̣͆ș̷͙̟͍̮̏̉͠ ̶͈͚̻͙̣͂̿́a̴̮͚̥̻̯̝̓͌̌̏̊̐̐ ̵̡̢͔͙͈̝̝̊b̸̼̓i̷̺̎͛t̵͈͙̙̹̪͗̀ ̶̦̲̭̼̠̯̀̓͋̄͝͝c̶̢̨͍͔̫̟͊̄͒́̔ͅl̴̗̍͑̓ị̵̙̳̥͎̕ć̴̱̰̺̈́͑̌ḩ̵̨̛̣̊̔͂ę̵̗̫͖̯͈̇̀̉͝.̷͚͉̦̈́͋̕͝ ̴̙̃̿́̇͂S̸̗͐́̄͋͘̕í̷̮͕͎̥̩͍̏͑̕͝n̸̛̗̳̮̰͑̍̒̅̔͝c̷̡̰͓̭̤͚̿̋͐ę̵̠̬̣͈̓́̀͘͝ ̷͔̟͓͈̘̍w̸̡̫̱̻̆̒͝e̶͍̣̽̔̊͝'̴̘̳̒ŗ̷̮͖̥̖͓̟̿́̌̐ể̴͚̟͗̈́́͘ ̶̞͖̤͕̮̠̪͆̄̑̈́ȧ̴̻̱̲̱͕̦̑l̶̛̝͓̮̠͇̿̍͌͒̀̚r̶̻̐̈́̄ȅ̴̛͕́͌͂́͘ȧ̸̢͚͍̼͚̲̣d̶̳̺̈̽͐͘y̷̲͚͆͐̉͛̾͝͝ ̶̗͔̖̅̀̃̒̚h̶͚̿e̷͕͇̙͖̋̒͛r̵̡̗̙̲̹̼͛̌ę̶̘̖̦̤̝̜͒̂̈́̄͑́̌,̷̟̻̤̲̻̂̎̆ ̴͙͈̻̜̻̩̒͆́̓̇͗̋w̷̧͔͎̠̾̉̚ḩ̵̪͎̳̤́̿̐̾͛͝y̷͚̤͂̑̒̾̀̃ ̵̫̪͓͎̣͉̲̅̀́̈̎̀͝d̶̨̢̯̰̅̌̆̐̑̍͘o̴̟̪̝̟͈͗̿̕n̵͍̣̭̯͎̓̐̾̀͋'̴̡̣̯͔̼͔̱͗̂͗̀̈t̵͈̠̩͎̬͌̏̈́̾̽̓ ̷̩͈̜͛̈́w̷̢̰͕̲̒̅e̷͕͙͊̊̉̀͝.̸̺̥̈̇͂̕͝͝

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̶̱͊̈́̌͠͠Ã̸̠̣̲̺̪l̸͍̈́͋̆́̍̍r̶͔̞̩̝̠̊̑͝í̵̮̭̤̈́͆̂̎͒͝ǧ̸̻̕ḣ̵̡̘̝̙̩̞̮̿̀͒͗͝͝t̶̛͙̣͔̰̉̒́̅̏,̷̩̲̤̺̪̈́͌ ̵̡̯͍͂̓͜l̴̞̩̑̇è̵̟̰̉t̸̟̻͚͇͍̓͌'̶̛̹̪͈͙͔̀͂s̸̛͇̙͐̌̉̌̈́̅ ̷͕̜̦̚d̴̡̡̡̈́̄̾̅͂̏o̴͎̦̜̊̈̍ ̷̨̙̰̯̤̦̊t̴̡̖͎̙̾̔́̿͘h̷͍̹̫̓̈́̈́i̷̜̜͈̹̋͘s̵̨͇̯̊̉̓ͅ.̵̧̭͎̤̤̿̓̚

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̵̖̠̼̋̉̑͊̃̒̇S̵̡̰̯̫̞̙̑̅̉́̈́́͘ȅ̵̢̤͂̆ȇ̷̦͕͠ ̸̩̮̙̱͌̅͠ͅt̸̬͚̖͛̄͋͜h̶̝̜̾̀́̕͠i̶͙̹͗s̷̲͓͇̤̱͔͘ ̶̛̹̣̂̽͑s̵̨̘͙̅̎͗̂̾͝p̸̠̙̥̟̩̯̩̂̂͠é̴̩͕̳̥̞͔̍c̴̱͉̄̌̈́̂͜͠ ̴͖̟̱̠̫͇̩͒̓̀̽̕͝Ī̶̧̤͚̗̻̭̼̍ ̴̰̟̠͊̽h̶̤̹̣͈͊͛̓̕a̸͇͖͓͑̉͊v̷̧̘͇͉̟̘͝ȅ̸͔̙̑̎̍ ̵̦̬͑̏̽̃̍̔̄į̸͕͔̀̂n̴̹̟͗͂ ̵̪͙̫̤̱̪͗m̵̱͒͊̑̍̑͝ỵ̸̲̤̑̓̔̉̾̑ ̵͈̙̗̙̘̹̽̏̇̔̈́h̸̙̅ͅa̷̗͈̻͔͈̙̍͌̊̕n̶̩̣̜̂̉̄d̶̳̍̅͝?̸̨̩̝̭͂̈́͠ ̷͎̞̪͎̓͜Ȋ̴̛͔͓̜̩͎̖̍̔̀ţ̴̻̙̀̈̀s̸͇̤̘̳̞͔̦̀̈́̕͝ ̸̹͙̐a̶̪̬̞̞͍̲̋̃ ̵͕͖̰̺̙̄́͋́l̴̖͎̣̯͍̗̄̇͐i̶̢̱̼͔̾̓̅t̶̖̦͇̬͒̃̽t̵̻̟̂̏̈̓l̷̢̝̪͖͉͗͛͝͝e̶̛̼̫̱̤̜͋̈́̋̇́͘ ̵͈͔̺̯͌̊́͑̾s̷̠̀͐̇̈ó̶̧̝̏̾m̸̗̻̻̳̑ͅẹ̴̛̈́̂̓̿̓͑ẗ̶͉͇̟͈͔̒̀h̷̪̩̺͠į̸̠̦̼̼̩̃̀͐͜ń̷̢͓̻̗̀́͜͝ͅǧ̵̲̦̭̣͌̈́͠͝ ̵̢͓̞̎̇͂̕Į̵̢̢̛̪͍̣̟ ̵͉̀̂͛̓̅́̾j̴̧̺̻͍̼̅͜ȕ̴̢͎̹͍̭̽̆̋̀̂͘͜s̸̨͚̫̱̍͛̾͊̊̅t̵̖̪̯́̆͒͒̅̓̚ ̴̤͙̣͔͋̔̆̃́c̵̻̿͗̈́̋̌̒o̴̪̳̽̊̐ȍ̶͚́k̸̯̐̈́͒͆e̶͚̞̪̖͚͉͆̋̎͗ḍ̷̹̮̆̅̂̐̿ ̷̧̟̬̈́̌ͅu̴̟̤̥̞̭̲͈͂́̓ṗ̷͕͇͕͔͖̼̹̀̾̕͠ ̸̭̓̏́̈͑͘ͅb̸̧̧̦̭͈̌̀a̶͓̰͔̝̿̒̅͌͐̃̚ş̸̤͓̼͕͍̭́e̶̳̽d̵̙̳̻̎̃͐ ̴̗̈́͋ǒ̷̜͉̯͎̫́̂͌̊͐͐n̷͔͑͜ ̷̦̻̰͕̙͒͌̚ş̴̇̍̀̇̍ȏ̵͖̣͉͖̹͈͛̊̚̕m̷̞̊́̋ẹ̶̰̄̓́͑̽͑ ̶̟̉̈́͗͋ó̸̩̄̓́͘f̶̼͚̆̀͗́ ̸̫̗̜̈́͆̒̕t̷̡̹̠̱̓̂͆͐͂̒h̷̻͊̂͗̔̋̓ḙ̶̟̒͑͂͌ ̸̛̹̄͋͠ṁ̴͖̜̻̩͖̦͍̐́o̵̡̡̡̜̜͒ͅͅs̶͚͍̣̳̈̍̾̚ẗ̶̨̢̹̗́̚ ̵̧͇̰̺̰̟̞͂͐̊́̀̔g̸͚̹̼̭̈́̿ȅ̸̢̮̀n̴̡̼͙̫̲̝̗̒̀̃̏̒͘͝ê̶̲̟̪͛̀̉̀r̵̯̝̆̆̈́̏̄̓̔i̸͖̥̼̳̦͙͉̅̓͋̍̾͠c̶͙͔̫̦̦̀̄ ̴̟̘̼͎͙͓̞͋̓̇̋͘í̵̢̨̢̛̲̭̀̚͘͜n̵̻̂̈́̃͌̅͝s̴̢̼̬̳̀e̸̢̛͇̺̯͋͑̆̕͜r̴̡͙͉̤̙̈́̃͘͜t̷̺̫̤̤̤̩̭̎͆͒s̶̢̡̗̼͎̱͐͒̓̓̑ͅ ̷̛͉͖̩̯͓̋p̶̣̔̓͒̉̈̚o̶̹̜͚͕̐̌s̶̟͚̰͒̈́͝s̸͖̝̈̉̊̅̀̓́ĩ̴̖͕b̶̢̭͓̙̎̌́̐͜͝l̶̟̘͇̩͕͋̏̈́̄̎ẽ̷͈̫͓͈͕͉̭̆ ̴̢̢̛̗̩̅́͑͝í̸̫̯̠̘̙̀̽͜n̸̘̘̎̅̌̀̌̈̏ ̸̬̮̣̮͐͂͠ţ̵͖͙̘̖̤̏͑h̶͈̘͕̬̮̥͓͊̀i̸̥̼̳͗̄̓͊̌̉s̵̲̋͊͋̚͝ ̶̞͙̯̜̒͐̄͊̿͊͐g̴̮̻̘̫̘̬̿͐̓͝e̶̜͇̞̝̙̖̠̅̎̈́̑͛n̴͙͌͑̂͗͠r̵̢̗̻̹̩̻̮̂͛͊̒͌̉͌ȩ̷̘̣̗̯̜͍͗͐̇̄͘͝.̵̡̥̌͜ ̸̧̫̫̰̳̤̔̿́͘̕͝S̵̟̹̏̈́̆o̸̧̠͍͈̬͊́̔ ̸͙̝̭̀̏̆͊͜ơ̸̛̦̳̯͖̲͋̓̍͝f̶͔̤͙̄͂f̸̖͉̪͚̘͙̠̕͠ ̸̧̬̀̀̒̀w̴̨̤͍̠̰͉̃e̴͚̝̩͖̻̟̠̓̎͆͋̚̚͠ ̸̰̆͋͒͑͋͊̑ͅg̵̗͆̍̃̊͝o̵͚͛̋̽̿!̸͇̰̾́͑͗

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̵̢̰͎͔̹͎̳̓͒̈́͆͠Ỉ̴̡̻͕͓̠̰̠͝t̷̤̒͛͜'̶̠̤͓͔̩́̓̌͛̕ͅl̴͇̺̞̀̏͒l̵̡̬̠̼͋͊ ̸̛̺̖̗̗̗͕́̂̈́͝p̵̡͎̹̣̤͑̌͌r̶̰̙̤͔̀̋̔͑͌̕͝o̸̫̻̻̫̩͆̑̓̒̾͐͆b̵̘̥̝̊͛̌ä̵͇̗͂̈͝b̸̗̗́̉͌ļ̵͕͙̖̰̩̞̀̓͛̚ý̵͔̫̳̳̋̽̔ ̷̡̫̥̼̹̺̤̃͒̆t̷̩̳̻̑̊̒̽̈́̆͜a̷̩̻̞̺̗̾͂k̵̡͙̦̟̰͌ͅḙ̵̬̐͘ ̷͉̬͔͊̇͛͆́͝͝a̵̖͍͍͐̿͋̇̓́͊ ̴̠̟̹̙̮̣̾̈́̌̿̽̊̿f̷̨̩̙͈̞̣̪̅ȅ̶͚̥͋͋̍͊͝ẉ̶̀͑̈́͗͝ ̸̗͐c̵̛͉̊̎̏͛ố̷̖̉̃̉̕s̶̖̔̇͋͋̚m̷̦̘̳̻̤̆̀̽i̶̞̐̿͌̇͌c̷̡̱̼̖͆́͗͊͆̑͝ ̶̺̥̱̘̙̔́̈́͝͝c̷͚͔̔y̶̹̟̬͋̊̄c̴̳͎̿͌̅̒̏ĺ̸̢̀̈́͐̽́͛é̸̼͔̾͋s̴̥̟̺͓̬̭̔́́̾̒̃̚ ̴̧̘̟͈̫͔̳̔̐̀͌̑̚͘b̶̡̼̪̫͍̬͐͐̔̎ã̶͍̹̟̉̽͌͗̈́̈́ŝ̶̻̫̹͙̂͒̾̕̚è̸̡̺͙͇̜̓d̶̞̼̽͑̄̔̈͆͜ ̴̹̣̲̺̠̰͈̈́͝ơ̵̧͈̭̍̽̄̎̀n̶̨̲̬̳̦̒̎̄̒ ̴̗̇̑̽͑ï̸͖̮̎̀̓t̷̬̤͉̩̼̝͖̒̆̄̆s̷͎̥̿̅̈̇͊͠ ̵̱͚̖̱̟͎̼̓̄͘̕̕c̷̩̜̦̟͙̜̄͝ǔ̸̯̱͈̞ṙ̶̡̛̮̋̐̋́̉r̷̥͔͗ę̷͖̹̜̳̾͝n̶̞͉̘͚͂͑̐͌͒̐t̴̛̛̲͉̝̐͐͝ͅ ̶̡̨͈̩̝̅͗́s̸̛̞̼͚̪͇̅́̒p̴̤͂͋̈́̈́̌͘͠e̸̙̳͎̐͑è̵̛̠̭̝̤̣̼̎̀͘͝d̷͕̐̍̑̋̂́.̸͕̗̄̐̾̌̔̐ ̵͕͎̱̖͔̘̋̿ͅI̵̬̬̒ ̵͒̌̀̉̕̚͜w̷͍͍̲͖̎͂͠o̶͔͓̜̜͍̣̒n̵̻͗̏̏̂̀d̸͙̔̈́̚ͅe̶͚̰̪̾́̆̔ŗ̸̨̳͎͋̀͠͝ ̸̛̭̱̿̆̃ẅ̵̻̘̻́ḧ̷̜̺́ơ̶̢̡̨̿̊̂͆̆̉ ̶̥̥̹̬̜͛̇́͊̿͝͝ẖ̸̽͆̐̉e̸̢̾'̸̹̱̆͊̀̈́̈́͘ͅl̸̡̧̖̫̓l̷̜̈̊ ̴̡̤̍́́͐ẗ̸͓͈͍̃̇ų̷̙̒̅̽͐̈͝r̶̬͐͂n̶̳̫̬̭̜̭̑̋ ̷̡̘̋ò̵̱̝̗̝̃̓ų̴̭̤̦̺̺̰̈́t̷͇̲͇͔̍̆̐ ̸̺̿͒t̵̜̭̯̜͑̄́̔ơ̵͚͎͖̝͔͔̺ ̵͙͙͔̯̈́̃͑̈́b̴̢̢̮͔̤̙͚̅̇̀͆̃͋̌ḛ̷̢̈̄̀͜͝ͅ?̶̩̲͔̟̫̓̇̋̂͂͌͒ͅ ̶̡̛̝̩̈̓W̷̨̢͙̥̮͗̊͘i̸͚͎̥̼͝l̷̻̦̬̐͆l̴̝͇̠̙̆̒͜ ̷̪͙̙̘̣̉̿ǐ̴͍̟̘ͅt̶͓͙̾͌͊͜ ̸̡̢̞̬̹̣́̽̽̑b̴͉̟͇͔̂͗̍é̸̗͓̺̟ ̸̝̈́s̵͈̤͔̜̻̋̃̓o̸̺̼̍̽̋͋m̴̲̜͋̈́̔͌͌͘ȅ̸̞̗͒t̶͍̟̾̊̀̀͝ḣ̶̡̩̗̬̾̄͐́͗͜i̷̛̥̳̩̓̉͝n̷̡̡̝͍͉͙͌g̸̛̣̞͎͔̘̻̲͐̿̆͋̿ ̶̝͉͆͘c̵̛͎͉̓̐͝ó̴̖̺̾̂m̵̯͔̀͠m̸͓̀͠o̵̟͔͈̝̜͋̈n̶̼̘̻͈͙̼̍̂̍ ̵̣̾̌͗͗͐͠l̶̢͔̺͇̬̒ͅḭ̶̠̩̪͓͌͗͒̈k̷͕̖͚̞̼̲̖̏e̴͓̘̙̺̠̝̓͆͛͜ ̶̧͖̳̠̞͐͆̅̉͘͜K̷̠̯̱̭͉̬̳̒̕u̵̧͉͊̔̊͒̄n̶̘̮̰̗͈͉͊̎̑͌̈́͆̚ ̷̡̲̞̥̪͎͗͊̓̀P̷̮͙͍̞͖͐͐̄e̵̹̱̭̾̀̃̌̃̚͝ṇ̴̡̨̜̰̌g̶̉͛̀̿͂͜,̵͇̀ ̸̨̮́̊͒̑̒H̶͖̰͑̑̑͌̔͘ò̷̳̕͝n̸̛͓̩̫̳̻̈̃̉̐g̶̠̦̫̬̎̑̾̔͜y̵̱̘͙̾͊̓͌ų̴͔͔͚̗̤̰̊n̷̗͔̈̏͌̈̕̕͠ ̸̨̛̘̳͔̟̭̾̽͆o̶̹̱͉͐̇̌̏̋̚ͅr̷̡̼̞̜̿̾̈́͂̀̈́ ̴̛̦͔̅̔̐͛̕͠M̸̻̜͐̈́̂̽̐͑͝î̵̖͎͌̾̋ń̶͙̥͈̭͑̈́͠g̶̨̜̖̖͉̈́͂́̕͠ḧ̴̻̹̪̏̐͆̈́̅̉ę̷̼͎̲̅?̴̗̋́̔ ̷̬̫̹̓Ǫ̵̦̞̺̀ř̶̡̞̰̓̐̌̐͜͠ ̶̠̟͙̰͔͙̠̈͋s̷̖̲͈̟̣̓̄o̶̤̰̻̹̗̠̒͐̃̒͜͠m̶̡̃e̷̡̖̱̖̭̪̍͒̿́t̸̩͍̿̾̚̕h̵̺̻̳͖̪́̊͠i̶̞̟͚̲̍́̍n̵̥̜̼̬͐̄̕ǵ̷̨͎̬̼͗͋̈̑ ̷̪͓̫̻̭̝́͂a̵̧̔ ̸͖̟̮̗̣̆̑͑ͅͅb̵͚͝͝i̶̧̘̳̹̹̠͒͒͛́̓͠ṯ̶̡̬̞̝̒̔̉̑̚ ̸͕̝̊̈͋̈r̷͇̱͕͙̈́͊́̔̽͜a̴̢͚̲̜͍͙͠r̶̺̭̙̿̑̀͐̕ē̶̡̨͙̽̉͑r̵̟̪̗̠̪̈́ ̵̡̱̻̈́͌ĺ̶̨̰͔̟̎̃̇̚͝ȋ̴̡̀̿̆̓k̸̠͓͖̺̽̐̊̄͝ę̷͉̼̌̈́͋ ̴̭̏̿̀̅̈́T̵͍̍̀́o̷̧̦̻̩̖͑̚͜ņ̶̭͔̤͕͚̼́̈̉̽́̄̚g̷̯͛t̷̛̛͖̜͔̯̪̞̚͠i̵̢̺͕̗̣̦͑̍̽͌ā̶̖̭̝̯̦̂̅̃́n̷̹̱̩̹̿͠ͅ.̵̢̖̠̓͂͠ ̴͇̘̈́̊̑̐̃̕Ñ̸͓ơ̵̻͓͓̟͎͚̘̈́̒̎́ ̵̧̱̙̅ͅm̵̗̺̘̯͚̥̅̔̐͑a̴͈͇̪͈̳̔̃̽t̶̬̩̱͎̃͌ţ̶̻̙̪͎̖̿̿̌̓̚e̵̪̫̠̫̋͠ȓ̷̗͙̦͓̪̹̝̈́ ̸̼̘͚̓ẗ̵̢̯͚̝̗́̍̅̆̚h̴̗̮̣͈̲̓̽͗̽̽̚͝ė̵̪̤̻͙͝ ̴͔͈̰̯̓̽̓͆c̸͕̹͙͓͖̐̐̈̾ả̵̢͕̦͈̖̑́̇̉͠s̸̗̤͍̻̰̈́e̷̢̱̖̰̊,̸̘͊͒̀ ̷̞͓̅̽̓͆͘̚͝h̶̖̲̩͕̯͍̗͐̀e̵̡͇̳̣̎̄̈́̅̎͜'̴͚̣̖͉̀̓̚͝ḽ̷̣̣̻̬̀̂͒̈́̐̕͜l̷̨̨̛̛͉̪̙̅͂̐͑͘ͅͅ ̸̨̝͋̍̊͐̾͋̽c̷̹͕̜͗̽ệ̶̟̮̠r̴͍̤͈͊͂̿̌t̵̬͚̻͔͒͑̃͑a̵̙͓̯͆̽́͒̈́͘͝i̵̙̹̥̥̫̬͛̎͂̓ń̸͈l̷̞͔͒̈́̂̌̕̕͝y̷̙̝͎̝̱̿ͅͅ ̶͔͇̦̩̮̦̈́̈̔̀̽m̵̧̛̺̘̳͎̹̌̇̍͋̈a̵̻̚k̷͕͉̯̹͒͠͝͝ȅ̵̢̛͚̜̪̗̪̑̈́̃͑ ̸̨͔̯̼̭̥̩̀t̶̯̠͎̼̗̖̥͒͊͆̋͋h̶̠͖͈̏i̴̢̧̜̩̓͋̔͌̆͊͐ň̴̡̡̗̮̜͔̲͠ģ̸̧̽̉͗̄͝͝s̶̗̘̟̞͚̃̅̇́͑̇ ̴̰̯̪͓̩̹̙̊̆̆̉̽̈́͝m̶̧̨̬̼͇͎̠̅̆͛̌͐ó̷͎͓̤̘̰͌̎̈́́̄r̸͚̹̤̰̫̰̎ͅȩ̷̲̳͕͇͎͊ ̶̥͓͔̉̆͜͜ͅi̷̫̖̙̤̪̤̲̿̎͆n̷̳̟̱̰͑̀͛̍̎͠͝ẗ̷̲͚͚͇́̅͝e̷̡̧̛̼̭̭̣͉͆͌ř̵͚̰̗̪̇ȅ̴̙̟̺̰̖͘s̷͖̏̈́̈͒t̵̞̿͛̋ǐ̴̩̍̚n̵̠͔͊̽̏̄g̷̻̰̱̒̆̀͜͠.̶̤̲̣̔̕

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"What the?" Da Hai's mind suddenly snapped to attention. In the midst of his enlightenment, something had happened. He couldn't tell what, who or where but something had happened.

A voice, or at least he thinks it was a voice, spoke to him. It was an odd and humbling experience.

In the picoseconds his mind explored those thoughts, he had chosen not to dwell on them. Considering he was still alive, whoever had spoken to him must've not meant him any harm.

In fact, it was very beneficial. The voice of superior beings could either be lethal yet also wondrous. The very voice of the Dao emanated from Da Hai's own. The brief feeling of true enlightenment passed through him. It was just like listening to Pangu speak.

In the time that followed, Da Hai continued to dwell on the subject of the jade and himself. In this way, days passed since his last apology. Days into weeks, and weeks into months.

Time progressed as Da Hai progressed. The concepts he'd been confused about unravelled like never before. His current plan was very similar to his Dao. It was such that his doubts too had cleared.

"Near and far," Da Hai chuckled. "You'll know exactly where I am, but you'll also never know where I am. I can come and go as I please."

Da Hai's eyes opened in a blaze of swirling translucent grey light. Pellucid Divine Water swirled beneath him like a throne seating the lord of the sea.

Da Hai's beard had danced in the frenzy, his hair too elongated into seven serpent heads. Behind him, the image of an eight headed serpent manifested roaring.

The sky darkened into a haze, purple lightning zapped across the clouds. Heavenly phenomena's descended like clouds of pollen, illuminating the world.

Every word Da Hai muttered was Dao, every breath he took was Dao. In a short span of time, he had realized the truth. The absolute finality of the Dao of Ever Distant Seas reached its apex and crescendoed into a magnificent Dao fruit.

Da Hai had obtained the perfect existence that his precedessor Tian Hai once held. An existence that the three thousand chaos godfiends also held. The great principle of primal chaos.

"From nothing arise one, from one comes two, from two comes three. Three begets all things," Da Hai muttered. The words of Pangu from eons ago resurfaced in his mind.

"Scripture of primaeval nothingness, the primal heavens. The one, the two and the three, constant changes. Begetting the universal creation that is the early heavens which we exist in today," Da Hai muttered in understanding.

His eyes changed, swirling in black and white.

"But how? How does three beget all things? The eight? No five? Twelve sections of a wheel or is it sixty four transformations?" Da Hai was utterly lost and confused.

He pondered on Pangu's words, jade in hand, Dao fruit in the other. He gazed down at both and nodded.

CRACK!

A change had occurred. The Heavenly Dao had sensed it. It manifested near Da Hai in an instant. It passed through waves of enlightenment without any interest, making its way directly for the Heavenly Lord.

Da Hai did not look back. His focus was on the primal heavens, the jade, and his Dao. Simultaneously, all three pulsated with power.

"Dao, primal, limits, end to beginning," Da Hai murmured. "I am the beginning while you are my end. From me comes you and we are one but we are two. I am not you and you shall not be me but we are one and the same."

The Heavenly Dao froze in place. It was deep in shock. Its figure was completely frozen in confusion. Its body shaking, twitching at what it was seeing.

CRACK!

The chain linking the two jade pieces snapped. The smaller one shone with lustre as grey light seeped into it.

"I am sorry young one," Da Hai said. "I will be taking your place now."

His own soul broke off and merged into the jade. Whatever was there before disappeared into his soul in an instant. In a second instant, the change of unbeing to being opened themselves to Da Hai.

Da Hai released the jade piece in his hands and soared. All while the Heavenly Dao watched gapping. The celestial white jade brimmed in a similar aura to Da Hai.

Da Hai breathed in and out. He could only describe what he felt right now as simply amazing. He'd effectively killed three birds with one stone and achieved a status no one in godfiend history had achieved since their founder.

Principle of primal chaos that is without limit. Limitless Supreme Chaos Immortal. Da Hai, who'd ascended opened his eyes in a cloud of enlightenment. All his actions led to an end, then that end opened the doors to a new.

"Heh, to think this will course of action was what led to my enlightenment," Da Hai laughed bemusedly. His eyes glowed with a mystic light vastly unlike any he'd done before. Though outwardly, nothing has changed, inwardly, he was a completely new being.

His Dao fruit had ceased to exist upon reaching the climax of his path. His inner constructs appeared to be more like a completed universe than they had ever been. All of a sudden, Da Hai had completely transformed, shedding the bounds of his previous self into a whole new being.

The white jade piece detached from its twin circled around him excitedly absorbing his own power. Da Hai's new divine sense shot across the world.

In a feat unlike any he'd tried before, he managed to cover nearly the entire great wilderness. It was also in that moment he felt Luohu again. Da Hai's eyes widened in both realisation and rage. At his new insight, his sensitivity to mystic powers far outstripped any sans the Heavenly Dao. How could ne not realise what was happening to Luohu.

His eyebrows twitched and the Heavenly Cloud Gathering Sword appeared in his hand. The world twisted and distorted around him. Time both slowed and elongated and ceased to exist all at the same time. Da Hai simultaneously existed within this world yet did not at the same time.

Streaks of power emanated from his blade as he flicked it back for a strike. His gaze zeroed in on a hallucinating Luohu. Spacetime was cut off preventing teleportation. Reality was sealed off trapping Luohu's avatar before he even knew what was going on.

"You!" He snarled, his voice radiating out for millions of kilometres. "You dare! You are unworthy," his pissed off sword swing traveled in an arc away from his body.

Who the hell was Luohu to gain benefit from him? He who murdered Huoyun in cold blood. Who cares if he's devil ancestor or not, proud godfiend or not. With his current power, that avatar sitting on the beach perished before he knew what was going on.

Da Hai's strike shook the entire wilderness. In a mere instant, every living being in the world felt his attack. His single sword swing at maximum power quaked the foundations of this very reality.

But it didn't stop there, Da Hai's swing was so strong that it continued travelling. From an arc to a straight line right across the flat wilderness. It broke time and space and ripped right into the west continent from the east continent, crossing the entire world to strike at Louhu's real self.

Like a comet, it smashed directly into Mt Sumeru where Luohu rushed out to meet it. The ancient godfiend's hideous true on was on display for the first time in history. Just barely did he manage to block Da Hai's attack though it did cost him many injuries.

Da Hai smirked. He'd finally grown, made progress. He'd grown strong, he can assassinate them if he strikes all out now. Perhaps he didn't need whatever complex scheme he'd thought up. Power was all he really needed in the end. One single breakthrough and he had reached, no, surpassed them. He was the strongest man in the world. His foot swerved, preparing to take off, his sword ready to strike again.

He previously assumed he may never be able to match them. That a scheming for many years was inevitable. He now realised he'd been wrong. He was tired of brainstorming ideas, everything was so much simpler now. Just confront, fight, and kill. The main plan didn't really matter anymore now.

Then a colossal killing rage crashed onto him. The featureless figure that had arrived shook in unparalleled fury. Heavenly Dao had finally come out of its stupor, its fists gripped tightly, pointing at Da Hai with unmistakable fury.

Da Hai stopped and slacked his figure. He looked back and sighed. "Let me explain my thinking process in detail," he insisted. But fighting started before he could.