Fengtian Mountain was located incredibly close to Grand-Orient Sacred Mountain. Near its midpoint was a beautiful courtyard called Faircloud Gardens. Within it, a black-clad youth sat on a long bench with his eyes closed and arm outstretched. His hand didn't move the slightest bit. The fine hair on his hand danced with the ruffling of the wind at a set rhythm.

"Heavenly Will... the will of the heavens...." His hand closed and opened mid air nonstop. One would be mistaken if they thought he was trying to grasp the air itself. Instead, he was trying to feel for the will of the heavens. He held a precious gem in his other hand, a fire spirit gem with red heavenly patterns.

Heavenly patterns were said to be the embodiment of heavenly will, one of its arcane manifestations. The appearance of heavenly patterns on a normal rock turned it into spirit ore. He started grasping in mid-air from the simplest of heavenly patterns, red ones.

"Big Brother!" a young man excitedly called....