From county offices to the Prefecture City and Daoist monasteries, he had collated countless scriptures. At first, he worked numbly, but over time, he glimpsed a trace of the profound mysteries of the Heavenly Dao within those complex texts.
Having suffered the tragedy of his entire family's annihilation, Xiao Feibai's heart had long turned to ash. He cast aside the seven emotions and six desires, forgot all love, hate, and vengeance, and integrated decades of reading, observation, feeling, and insight. From this, he gradually distilled a set of supreme martial principles that were uniquely his own.
One day, under a solitary lamp on a frigid night, Xiao Feibai finished collating the final volume of a Daoist Scripture. A blizzard raged outside his window. Gazing at the swirling snow, he suddenly burst into laughter—a sound both desolate and enlightened.
