The golden script that unrolled across the sky didn’t look like ancient seal characters or the esoteric calligraphy of the old family sages.
It was rendered in sharp, clean, monospaced letters of radiant green light, stretching ten thousand miles from the eastern sea to the western desert.
Every shepherd in the steppes, every royal scholar in the capital libraries, and every hermit meditating in deep mountain caves stood with their heads tilted back, reading the words of the high sky.
The words burned into the eyes of three billion mortals with the undeniable power of total truth.
On the summit of Tongtian Apex, Saint Preceptor Kong fell to his knees, his youthful, rejuvenated hands trembling as he touched his glasses.
“Release notes...” Kong whispered in awe, his voice echoing in the crystal-clear air. “The Heavenly Dao has published the Release Notes of Heaven and Earth! For one hundred thousand years, humanity suffered in darkness, believing our calamities were karmic punishment! But the Sovereign... The Sovereign has closed every ticket of mortal suffering!”
Beside him, Grandmaster Tie Ji dropped to his knees, weeping so copiously that his tears splashed against the clean flat stone slabs.
“Thirty-six thousand tickets closed!” Tie Ji sobbed, clutching his chest with both hands. “Thirty-six thousand ancient grievances, old family flaws, and manufacturing defects... Resolved in a single weekend of upkeep! Look at the southern deep pit! The earth-shaking desync has been cured! The two cut continents are welded into one flesh forever!”
