Suspended high in the air, bathed in the golden rays of the radiant sun, countless majestic islands lazily floated through the clouds.
The atmosphere was abundant with rich mana and one could hear the distant roars of legendary magical beasts elegantly flying in the distance.
On a certain island, a young boy sat on the edge, dangling his legs with a playful expression. His eyes were filled with curiosity and wonder as he tried to grab onto the clouds that passed by him.
"Pay attention to what I'm about to teach you, child," said a wizened old man, sitting cross-legged beside the youth.
The old man's white beard cascaded down to his chest. His eyes, though clouded with age, shone with otherworldly wisdom as he doting glanced at the boy.
"Yes, teacher!" The boy clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flashing with excitement.
"To understand the Way," the old man began, "you must learn to shed your old self…"
