In the thirteenth year of Daxuan, torrential rain, drifting snow, gale-force winds, and thunder buried this prosperous dynasty in the dust of history.
Countless books caught fire for no reason, and countless people died suddenly without warning. Against the power of Heaven, there was no resistance. Feeling that my time was running out, I take advantage of the final moments of my life to carve these events onto a stone tablet, hoping they can be preserved. Powerful though Daxuan was, it ended up buried in the dust of history. How on earth can anything in this world endure? Emperor Ling once said that only the human will and the unyielding spirit of the Human Race can endure forever. I hope future generations will see the contents of this tablet, and know that Daxuan once existed—so that my painstaking efforts will not have been in vain. Written by Xiao Rang, Grand Academician of the Daxuan Cabinet and Scholar of the Holy Hand.
In a small mountain village somewhere in the Daxuan Dynasty, Xuanzang looked at the bizarre weather and sighed, then turned and walked back inside the house.
Chapter 194