Yun Yang felt himself being suspended, buoyant despite the supposed weight of gravity. His senses were blunt, he did not know where he was. There was, however, a solemn and ceremonious voice that echoed in the air.
"The heaven is black, the earth is yellow, the universe is formed from nothingness and chaos. The lower realm is ordinary, detained at my boundary. The way of Dao is the path, it allows for no hesitation. A nation has its law, heaven has its rules; Dao has its path, the plethora of occupation has its precepts. Heaven and earth know no mercy, the lives of people are countless. Stay true to your heart, go against it and meet an ill fate. In the world of martial arts, the strongest commands. Stay away from debauchery, those who do not shall be harmed. The heavens see, reap what you sow. The Lord Sovereign rules, do not think, do not conspire…"