The vortex above the firmament was about to heal. The Emperor reached out and grasped the last strand of starlight shooting out from it.
Starlight swirled around, sparkling brilliantly, and, after being refined in the palm of the Emperor, flowed gently down to his feet like docile water.
It transformed into a Starlight Throne.
The Emperor sat upon the throne, his voice like thunder, and spoke slowly, "Vast and hazy, Primordial Nothingness; The Division of Yin and Yang, The Cycle of Five Elements; all things arise, created by Taiyi..."
Every word and phrase was abstruse and difficult to understand.
Yet, under the Emperor's recitation, all living beings fortunate enough to listen felt a vague sense of comprehension stirring within them.
The fleeting moment of enlightenment that had just surfaced under the cover of starlight above their heads, once again became clear within the profound sound of the Emperor's preaching of the Tao.
