A hundred years ago, 1915.

That year, both China and the whole world were in a state of chaos.

-- As the First World War gradually heats up, the Beiyang government ruled by Yuan Shikai signed the "Twenty-One Articles" with Japan. Even if the people are extremely dissatisfied, individual strength alone cannot turn the tide.

In such a state, a Taoist priest who was worried about the country and the people left the Maoshan Taoist Institute and came to Wudang Mountain alone.

This person has shoulder-length long black hair, his face is very angular, and he is wearing a simple white robe, but he can't hide his chic and elegant temperament.

No one could have imagined just by looking at his appearance that this dashing "young man" is fifty-one years old this year. And as soon as they heard his name, the Taoist priests at that time would be shocked:

This person is the famous Tuesday Xuan, the Taoist name Zhenxuan, the seventy-third generation chief disciple of the Maoshan Taoist Academy, and has been staying in the Maoshan Taoist Academy since he left the school, and is one of the strongest people recognized by the Maoshan Taoist Academy at the moment!

Although his name sounds a bit like a "fortune teller", he is indeed a rare genius when it comes to Taoism. Whether it is ability or state of mind, it is far from being comparable to the Taoist priests of the same period.

It's a pity that even if he can use the Seven-Star Sword to slay demons and eliminate demons, he can't turn the tide and save this country that is in confusion by himself.

But even so, he was unwilling to give up looking for a way to save the country.

Therefore, on Tuesday, Xuan came to Taiyue, one of the four sacred mountains of Taoism, that is, Wudang Mountain, for a long time of meditation, trying to comprehend some of the mysteries of the "Tao".

In that chaotic era, Tuesday Xuan chose his own way to save the people:

-- The Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things.

In Tuesday Xuan's view, all things in heaven and earth are born from the "Tao", if you can understand the true meaning of the "Tao" through penance, even if it is just a glimpse, maybe you can save the people in the world in distress!

It's a pity that he meditated on Wudang Mountain for a whole year, and he didn't understand the slightest trace of the "Tao".

Even with his state of mind, it is impossible to easily comprehend this level of problem.

Until one day a year later, Tuesday Xuan, whose temples had grown a little gray hair, meditated on a bluestone slab in the mountains as usual, and while meditating, he scanned the misty scenery in front of him with an unfocused gaze.

Then, he finally saw a corner of the "Tao".

On Wudang Mountain, which is always cloudy and misty on weekdays, black clouds and mist have descended.

It was no ordinary dark cloud, but a spreading fog that was not so much obscuring the sunlight as the light was fleeing in fear of the fog.

What appeared in that mist was utter, utterly dark!

Although the mist seemed terrifying, Zhou Xuan, who had been meditating for a year, did not leave the cold bluestone slab, but just sat quietly in place, letting the mist envelop him.

Then, he entered a state of absolute "nothingness" that is usually difficult to enter.

Consciousness is occupied by complete "nothingness", and the five senses disappear at the same time, in that wonderful state, Zhou Xuan felt as if his body was gone, and the whole person was in an incomparably free way, swimming in the dark mist.

Then, after never being able to break through the inner barrier, he suddenly became enlightened and finally understood what the "Tao" was.

Facing the doubts of the young man in front of him, Zhou Xuan, who had long lost the fairy wind bones of the year and had become old and thin, clenched his skinny fists and said in a firm tone:

"The Tao is nothingness, nothingness, and all things are born out of nothingness."

"yes, and then what?" The young man who had just laughed at him narrowed his eyes, waiting for his reply.

"This fog is the real nothingness, nothingness, the origin of all things in heaven and earth."

While speaking, Tuesday Xuan stood in place, and some kind of invisible flame seemed to erupt from his thin body, which moved the girl in blue who had been silent:

"You're really religious." Frankenstein's voice was tinged with admiration.

"That's right." Zhang Luo nodded, and then added: "But you worshiped the wrong person." ”

"It was the 'Dao' that told me that bringing you two here, that you would appear here, is also a vain arrangement." Xuan said in a deep voice on Tuesday.

Hearing this, Zhang Luo couldn't help but laugh again: "Have you thought about it?" If it's really 'nothingness', it's impossible to give you any instructions at all. ”

"It was a meditation that came from the poor path here, not a direct will." Tuesday Xuan retorted.

"Meditation...... You can't be cultivating here all along, right? Zhang Luo asked.

"Exactly." The old man nodded.

"That's why I said you had strayed into the wrong way." Zhang Luo sighed: "The real Taoist cultivates 'himself' and will not borrow external forces, only the evil demon outer dao will cultivate himself with the help of external forces." As the chief disciple of the Maoshan Daoist Academy, you shouldn't even know this, right? ”

"It's not an external force, it's just a practice in the origin. in order to cultivate today's skills. Tuesday Xuan's voice was still very firm, without any signs of wavering at all, and he raised his thin right hand slightly, and a cyan flame lit up in his palm, which was particularly dazzling in the boundless darkness.

"Origin...... That's it? Are you kidding? ”

Zhang Luo stomped his foot vigorously, but he didn't make any sound, it seemed that not only most of the light, but even part of the sound was absorbed by the dark mist.

He could see that this kind of outright "nothingness" was indeed like a "true god" to the Taoist priest who was pursuing the state of nothingness. But in fact, hidden beneath the dark fog is ......

Looking at the old Taoist priest with a firm attitude in front of him, Zhang Luo shook his head, and couldn't help but sigh again:

"Do you think the true 'Tao' will live on human fear?"

"The avenue is invisible. Hope is born of fear. When he spoke, the purple robe on Zhou Xuan's body was windless, and it looked quite imposing.

Seeing that the other party was terminally ill and incurable, Zhang Luo took a step forward, casually took out a tattered "magic book" from the storage space, turned the yellowed pages, and stayed on the dark picture on one of the pages.

The painting depicts an indefinite black mist with simple brushstrokes, and the description is very succinct, with only the name and a very simple incantation.

As for why there is only a name, it is because that "God" has never had any believers, and even his name is just a hypocritical codename.

"You have strayed into the evil path, since you are so persistent, I will let you see what your so-called 'Tao' is."

After speaking, Zhang Luo began to use the language of the evil god and recited the concise and clear mantra on the book:

"At the call of Azathoth, the Source of All Things, Naog. Sohepp, Nameless Mist. (To be continued.) )