"He disappeared... lost in the vast heaven and earth, never to be seen again..." the Craftsman God spoke solemnly.
"At that time, that man left behind his Taoist legacy, founded a Legal pulse, known as Sunset..."
"Sunset... Sunset..." Zhou Dao muttered softly.
"Like the sunset... he reached the end, yet still hoped for a day when he might rise again..." the Craftsman God sighed.
He was like an observer of time, having witnessed it all since ancient days.
"Are you saying..." Zhou Dao's voice deepened.
"Sunset reached its end... This supremely great life chose an alternative path."
Faced with Zhou Dao, the Craftsman God was forthcoming.
"An alternative path?" Zhou Dao inquired.
These were the secrets not left behind in the Peace Temple by the Ancestral Founder.
"Sunset wanted to create a path, the Cycle of Life and Death, integrated into the core of heaven and earth, to evade the will of the Great Tao..." the Craftsman God whispered.
