Ancestor RitchieCharlesFiction sat in his seclusion chamber, in his lonesome.

Tears flowed like rivers from his face onto a piece of parchment which he was holding. It was another ancestor's final letter to him.

"Ancient Heavens cultivator Vya bows to the profundity of the scriptures. Forsooth there is no scripture better for us elders of ancient times from the days when we shared our company in the world where Wuxia ruled freely and justly. It's profoundness has left me in tears that I dare not even have realized they were there on my cheeks solemnly until four months after I started reading said scriptures.

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The scriptures are small but contain immense Dao within their meanings. Heed the wisdom in the words and you too shall receive enlightenment.

Honor be to elder RitchieCharlesFiction for allowing the heavens to work through him in creating the greatest scripture of our Cultivation arts the Heavens and Earths have ever known for the scriptures have managed to contain the bountiful Dao within its heaving bosoms, bosoms that are not hidden but are visible for all to see and be enlightened.

Do not take your eyes off of Mt Tai.

- Elder Vya"

Ancestor RitchieCharlesFiction began to weep. His eyes soon became unyielding fountains of liquid sorrow. He once thought that the ages had regressed past eons, and all of his peers had become one with the unending Dao... But when he finally had received word from one who was remaining... it was too late.