Fellow Daoists…

I bring you all the most perilous news…

This ancestor’s time is near.

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You see… It happened many moons ago.

This ancestor was up late in the well, cranking his frog.

For any juniors not familiar with my archaic terminology, frog cranking refers to cultivating.

You see, we are all frogs in the great well of dao. By cultivating, we can crank the water bucket out of the well, bringing ourselves - the frogs - out with it. Thus, we may be able to see more of the great sea and sky. Perhaps even Mt. Tai.

But back to the subject.

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To explain, this ancestor was cranking his frog for a very long time.

After many moons of continuously cranking his frog, this ancestor thought he was about to ascend…

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But things are not what they seem.

Just as this ancestor thought he would finally ascend…

He reached a perilous bottleneck.

Not only did he reach a perilous bottleneck…

His dantian shattered.

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You see, I’m not so young as I used to be as a child.

In those days, my Divine Heaven Sect flourished, and every generation produced a throng of hidden dragons and crouching tigers among men. Every beauty had skin like jade, and a temperament like that of ice. Every daoist cranked their frog until they had ascended far beyond nascent soul stage.

Yet, while the heavens and the earth stay the same, the times do not. Everything is not what it used to be...

As sure as the heavens and earth are without end, all other things fall apart.

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Juniors of my Divine Heaven Sect…

This seat may not be around for much longer.