The Awakening of the Ancient Oath
The Eastern sky poured out its final rays of the day, bathing the weathered brick porch in warm, golden light.
Beside the quiet window, nine-year-old San San sat with his mother, carefully studying an experience-sharing article compiled by a senior practitioner. Its title read: “The Fa Salvages Sentient Life, the Master Guides the Vessel.”
Every character and every line resonated like a great bronze bell, echoing deep into the primordial spirit of the young boy.
At that moment, San San suddenly realized that his physical body and surrounding energy field had remained stationary on a single stratum for far too long. The divine powers unlocked by Master since his early youth were never meant for amusement or idle display. They were granted for a sacred purpose: to shoulder responsibility, to advance into battle, to eliminate evil, and to assist in the Fa-Rectification of the universe.
A vast, uncompromising resolve to eradicate impure spirits and safeguard the grand design of the cosmos rose within San San's heart.
The test of that resolve arrived while he sat in quiet meditation, reciting verses of the Fa.
Deep within his meditation, a violent disturbance shattered the stillness of the subtle realm. From a lower spatial layer, a colossal, mutated wild bird emerged. Its triangular eyes flashed with hostility as a dense cloud of dark energy enveloped its form, lunging directly toward San San.
At first, San San intended simply to remain unmoved and ignore the entity. But in the next instant, his primary consciousness blazed with absolute clarity. A commanding thought arose from deep within his spirit:
“You possess no authority to exist. You are devious, and the new universe has no place for your corruption. You must be eliminated!”
At once, a black-and-white Taiji disc emerged from San San's waist and rotated rapidly outward, transforming into a sacred shield that halted the monster's attack. Simultaneously, a deep purple radiance burst from his body, piercing straight through the creature.
A soundless explosion shook the dimension. The mutated entity disintegrated in midair, dissolving into a wispy cloud of dark smoke before vanishing completely into the void.
The Arena of the Ten Thousand Swords
His righteous faith fortified, the invisible battlefield accelerated.
A massive phantom serpent materialized in the hidden space. Its coiled, scaly body rose to half the height of a house, its jaws gaping in a furious roar. San San felt no fear. A single, decisive thought formed in his mind:
If a blade appeared in my hand, that would be enough.
In the next instant, countless micro-particles throughout his body released radiant swords of light. Thousands upon thousands of glowing blades emerged simultaneously, weaving into a vast, swirling sword formation around the serpent. The swords pierced through its mottled hide from every angle. In the blink of an eye, the enormous serpent collapsed and dissolved into dust.
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The evil entities trapped within the Three Realms convulsed with rage. A triangular fireball bearing a demonic face suddenly plunged from a higher stratum toward the earth, searching for a human host to possess and manipulate.
San San saw through its malevolent design. His sense of divine justice immediately issued a strict decree:
“Prehistoric history has never permitted animal spirits to possess human bodies. You are forbidden from corrupting the mortal world!”
The instant that thought arose, a bolt of golden lightning shot from San San's primordial spirit toward the edge of the atmosphere, intercepting the fireball head-on. Golden electricity illuminated the vast expanse as the demonic entity shattered beneath the thunderbolt, disappearing into absolute oblivion.
From the higher celestial strata, San San then raised his gaze toward ancient cosmic systems that had once shone with magnificent brilliance. Those worlds no longer conformed to the pure standards of the new universe and were approaching natural dissolution. Yet there was no hatred in the process—only a compassionate realignment guided by the Creator.
As the golden Falun swept through those realms, the obsolete structures fractured smoothly. They did not turn to empty ash; instead, they transformed into countless translucent blocks of jade and brilliant gemstones. The crystalline fragments passed through dense cloud layers, quietly descending upon isolated caverns and uninhabited hills across the earth—silent seeds of purity waiting for the day of ultimate renewal.
The Mechanics of the Absolute Shield
When San San transitioned into the fifth exercise—the Divine Powers Strengthening Method—his primary consciousness reached another level of effortless mastery.
He no longer needed to deliberately formulate thoughts to command each divine weapon; the energy mechanisms operated automatically in accordance with the Fa. Flying swords and brilliant flashes of lightning appeared in continuous succession, sweeping through a flock of mutated entities that had descended to disrupt the field.
Not far away, a foul, oversized toad spirit attached itself to an ordinary passerby, attempting to control the man's mind. A golden arc of electricity suddenly shot from San San's mudra, striking the entity instantly. Its form dissolved into a streak of foul black water before evaporating.
In another microscopic dimension, a lurking alien vessel materialized. It was not a mechanical craft, but a living, biological manifestation capable of expanding and contracting its mass. San San's Righteous Thoughts locked onto its core. The vessel shuddered violently, then exploded into microscopic particles, completely erased from the dimension.
Slowly, San San emerged from his deep meditation and opened his eyes.
The Eastern twilight remained unchanged. Quiet golden rays still stretched across the old brick porch. His ten fingers moved gently as he returned to ordinary awareness. His physical body carried a faint trace of tiredness from the immense energy expended across alternate dimensions, yet within the heart of the nine-year-old boy, a boundless current of vitality from the Great Fa continued to flow.
He understood that divine powers were never meant for personal pride or display. They were a sacred responsibility: to protect the innocent, to eliminate evil, and to ensure that the great song of Fa-Rectification resounded in purity amid the ordinary days of the mortal world.
Canto CVII ‒ The Advance to Battle
The ancient oath commands the stride,
The Taiji shield protects the righteous side.
The purple light dissolves the shadowed form,
A thousand blades arise amid the storm.
The strict decree forbids the beast to stand,
Golden lightning sweeps across the land.
Fallen worlds become like precious stone,
Righteous Thoughts protect the ancient throne.