The Great Enlightenment

While the rest walk on the destined path, he alone treaded on the treacherous one; drowning in his own darkness. Pitch-black tongues of fire flickered in his heart, dancing on his fingertips; flames potent enough to burn away the light itself. Whenever his sword undressed from scabbard, it pierced through space and time. The sharp edge flaring golden and red, turning and twisting between the fragile fringes of good and evil. Immortal sects rise and fall with a mere gesture of his hands; songs of karma never cease playing… Untouched by the allure of the mortal world, he cultivates the heavenly and eternal Dao, laying abandon to time in that timeless dimension. Witness how he fought, fell, a...