The heavenly dao has multiple meanings,The Path: The road every soul must walk, The Order: The law that keeps the stars from falling, The Breath: The energy that fills every living thing, The Balance: The scale between light and shadow (Yin and Yang), Last but not least The Origin: The beginning and end of all things.
But what if the dao is wrong, What if we're using the wrong dao. What if the dao is different from everyone else, Why are we all using the same dao. Why can't we make our own dao..?
Why are we all using the same path? Why is every soul marching in the same direction? Why can't we make our own..?
In A heavy silence followed the thought. Wei Wudao sat on the cold stone floor of the library, his fingers stained with the ink of a forbidden scroll. His breath hitched as he stared at the "Sacred Path" diagram in front of him.
The heavenly dao, Even if I can't use it I can make my own dao..? Wei wudao mumbled.
I'm a good for nothing trash people call me, Since I'm the son of the great immortal Wei Zheng. After my mother died my father never looked at me, Not even a glance.
I can't cultivate, I suffer from qi blockage a rare disease that causes your meridians to tingle up, I've been practicing my own sword technique I call it BlockageAcupressure point. I use it on the house keeper to test how it can be used in combat, From what I gathered I can use it for assassinations since it goes for you're Conception Vessel. It momentarily makes you're vision go dark, If I can put more qi into it it might permanently blind them.
"I wonder if I use this on father will he go blind?, Well I'll find out sooner or later for now I want to try to make my own dao, not the one everyone else use."
"I need to bring my inner qi to my middle core and circulate It to my meridians, Wei wudao started circulating his inner qi to his middle core, Muscles tensing, Body starting to feel heat."
AAAAAAAH!
Wei mudao Screamed, He beats onto his right arm to bear with the pain, A low ruffle scream died in his throat, turning into a wet, choking sound as he bit down on his tongue until he tasted copper.
His vocal cords felt like they were being shredded by a dull blade, The veins in his neck bulged like thick, blue worms, vibrating with the force of a silent shriek.
Wei Wudao arched his back, his jaw unhinging in a wide, silent scream. No sound came out only a thin trail of white mist as the heat in his meridians evaporated the moisture in his throat.
I didn't stop. Even as my body convulsed against the library floor, I kept pushing. If the Heavenly Dao wanted me to be silent, I would scream until the foundations of this house shook.
Ngh!
The gold-leafed books on the shelves began to melt into a single, grey blur, The ringing in my ears grew louder until it drowned out my own ragged breathing.
The cold stone floor felt like a soft cloud. I didn't even feel my head hit the ground.
My vision fractured. The high ceiling of the library spun, the ancient beams turning into dark streaks. I tried to reach for the forbidden scroll, to hide the evidence of my heresy, but my fingers felt like lead
The heat in my chest didn't vanish; it simply settled into a cold, heavy stone.
I did it, I thought, the darkness pulling at the edges of my mind. I broke the Dao.