Zheng Zetian opened his eyes, finding himself within a deep purple mist, with nothing beneath him, feeling light as if sitting cross-legged on clouds, or as if he were in a deep pond, being drawn downward by an invisible thread.
He tried to adjust his body, spreading hands and feet to control his posture, gliding through the thick smoke like a kite riding the wind. Finally, he slowly descended onto a pitch-black wilderness. It was as if stepping on thick ink, the pure black ground showing not a hint of light, lit only by the purple sky.
Then a voice came from the void.
"How does Fellow Daoist feel? Is this Dao body comfortable to use?"
"Hmm, it's alright." Zheng Zetian looked around, "Is this your Dao domain?"
The mysterious voice grew interested, replied smugly,
"Indeed, this is exactly my path through the great Dao! Grand! Enchanting! Empty Starry Heaven! Pretty cool, huh!"
Zheng Zetian nodded, "Oh."
"..."
