Conquering King still remembered the scene when he fought against Cheng Guang beyond the heavens.
In the infinite and boundless light, a mirror emerged out of nowhere, with light within it and light without.
He gazed at the mirror, only to discover that it had no reflective surface; it was merely a frame, leaving Conquering King utterly baffled.
——If without a mirror surface, how can it be called a mirror?
And in his confusion, Conquering King saw a butterfly amidst the hazy light.
With wings of green fluttering and dancing, the butterfly drifted through the Heavenly Gang Great Flame that would easily dissolve mountains and cities as if it were a dream within an illusion.
For some unknown reason, Conquering King felt that the butterfly was, in fact, himself.
——A mirror can only reflect that which is cast upon it; its meaning is in its inversion, its illumination, its reflection, its falsehood, its truth, its emptiness, its illusion.
