Deep in an unknown place, far beyond anyone's reach, an old man sat on a huge rock. His figure was blurry and unseen, sitting there in a meditative position. The world, laws, time, or even the Dao – none of them seemed to affect him as he sat there unmoving. If it wasn't for the humongous pressure being released from his body, he would have just looked like a corpse.
His figure was illusionary, disappearing between the known and unknown. Just his natural pressure was enough to destroy worlds. The place he sat was quiet, no sound filled the area. It was complete silence. But today, the silence was broken as the man's eyes opened after a millennium. His gaze was too profound to be understood.
