Sky Curtain: An Initial Overview of the Immortal Lord of the Myriad Laws of the Mortal World

The tapestry of cause and effect slowly unfolds, focusing the perspective on the overlord who rules over Penglai Left Island and possesses Fangzhang Immortal Island—the Sea Lord.

As the ruler of an island, he possesses an enviable happy family and unparalleled strength. However, this towering man harbors a soft heart that contrasts sharply with his outward appearance.

[In the scene, Hai Gongzheng is holding a book titled "The Man of Hai Shuanghua," surrounded by a group of rough-looking men from Penglai. When he gets to the emotional parts, this powerful man bursts into tears, snot and tears streaming down his face, creating a small mountain of tissues. His "tough guy crying" is surprisingly endearing.]

But this gentleness is not weakness. The camera shifts to his eyes as he faces life and death. For the greater good, he is willing to die; faced with overwhelming terror, he is prepared for mutual destruction. He is a true man who hides his tears behind his back, leaving only the enemy's strongest fist.

The world of Demon Slayer.

At the training grounds of Mount Sagiri, Tanjiro Kamado, who, like Kai, possessed a gentle heart and a hard skull, was holding a handkerchief, gazing at the sky while wiping away tears alongside Kai. His unique, blazing eyes were filled with ripples of resonance.

"Waaaah... I smelled that 'gentleness'! This old man named Kai-gong, his tears were pure, filled only with the sorrowful scent of 'responsibility' and 'protection'! Though he looks like a rock giant who eats children, his heart is softer than the freshest rice ball. Zenitsu, do you understand? This isn't weakness; it's because his heart is filled with so many people he wants to protect, that's why his tears overflow! Just like the face beneath Urokodaki's mask, this is the true strength! Without gentleness, one cannot walk so resolutely on the path of slaying demons—no, severing karma. I'm going to record this in Tanjiro's Observation Diary, with the title: The old man with clear tears often hurts the most when he cuts!"

Zenitsu Agatsuma cowered to the side, trembling, snot bubbles popping from his nose: "Tanjiro, what are you so moved about! That old man's crying is like a mountain collapsing! It's really scary! If that 'gentle' old man hugged me, my ribs would definitely be shattered!"

The world of One Piece.

On the deck of the Thousand Sunny, Tony Tony Chopper, who was grinding herbs, suddenly had his face covered by his two hooves, his eyes turning into two fountains, and his cries were louder than those of the sea god in the sky.

"Waaaaah! You bastard! Even if you're a great guy, crying like this is just too much... But I just can't stop! This feeling of 'standing up for everyone even if you're scared' is just like Dr. Hiluluk! You're a man! A real man! Uncle Haigong, you're not some monster, you're definitely the kind of good-natured fool who saves the last piece of marshmallow for a child! I want to become like you, a panacea who can beat the enemy while crying... no, I mean, a manly pirate!"

[The tears were wiped away, revealing his swift and decisive actions. Hai Gong unleashed his innate divine power—the Paper of Stopping Transmission. It was the ultimate form of the talisman bestowed by the abbot, an art that imbued paper with magical power, transforming the mundane into the extraordinary.]

[With the flow of magical power, ordinary paper was instantly imbued with the weight of life and the sharpness of metal. The Sea God waved his hand, scattering beans to create soldiers… no, scattering paper to create immortals. One after another, "Abbot Golden Immortal Paper Figures" stood in mid-air, their forms ethereal, yet capable of precise long-range sniping from across the ocean.]

On the battlefield, paper figures fluttered in the air, seemingly as light as wings, yet weighing a ton. Each piece of paper was a scythe of death, reaping lives.

The world of Naruto.

High atop the tower in Amegakure, Konan, the "angel," finally revealed extreme shock on her usually cold and beautiful face. The paper wings behind her involuntarily unfurled, and countless paper figures swirled at her fingertips, as if they had encountered their own kind.

"The God of Paper Techniques... no, this is a different system of paper art. In the hands of this man named Kai-ko, paper is no longer merely a carrier of chakra, but has been endowed with a certain 'rules.' Those golden paper figures are not just clones, but more like a... perfect combination of substitution and slaughter. To be able to solidify magical power directly on such a fragile medium and maintain control over an extremely long distance—this chakra control—if he were in the ninja world, he would definitely be the core of Akatsuki, someone who could keep the Daimyo of the Five Great Nations awake at night. It seems that, besides me, there are others in this world who have reached this level of understanding of paper. Kai-ko... if I could spar with you using paper release techniques, perhaps this incessant rain would stop for a moment."

The world of "The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation".

In front of the Demon-Subduing Cave at the Burial Mound, Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriarch, was twirling his Chenqing flute, looking at the golden "Abbot Golden Immortal Paper Doll" in the sky, his eyes sparkling with the mischievous light of a child who had seen a novel toy.

"Oh my gosh! Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, look at that! This...this...this is taking 'paper-cut incarnation' to a whole new level! I thought my little paper dolls could only steal chickens, steal dogs, or eavesdrop on gossip at Jinlintai, but this uncle has created a 'paper doll bomber'? 'Abbot Golden Immortal'...tsk tsk, that name sounds so noble, much more impressive than my talismans that can only be stuck on my forehead. If I had this ability during the Sunshot Campaign, would I have needed to go through all that trouble training fierce corpses? I could just scatter a handful of A4 paper, oh no, a handful of talismans, and that would be a million heavenly soldiers! I'll have to improve my little paper dolls too. I don't even need them to be able to kill enemies, at least they should be able to help me copy the rules of the Cloud Recesses!"

The wonders of paper art extend far beyond mere attack. The scene shifts, and the battle intensifies. When the enemy's deadly attack strikes, Hai Gong doesn't confront it head-on; instead, he uses his supernatural powers to instantly "paperize" the raging energy.

The originally terrifying, three-dimensional energy wave instantly transformed into a harmless picture, drifting away in the wind. Even more remarkably, when Hai Gong's arm was injured and severed, he merely conjured countless pieces of paper with a thought, instantly reshaping a completely new arm—presented in a flat art style yet possessing fully three-dimensional combat capabilities.

This method of using a "flat art style" to directly confront the "three-dimensional world" is both bizarre and deadly. He can even forcibly "de-dimensionalize" his enemies into two-dimensional figures. Although the time they are controlled is linked to his own time, in a duel between such powerful beings, that instant of "two-dimensionalization" often means the end of their lives.

The world of The Three-Body Problem (animated version).

In the ruins of a sci-fi-esque laboratory, Ding Yi, a top physicist, holds a disintegrating atomic model in his hand and looks at the scene on the sky. A sense of dread, facing the ultimate laws of the universe, instantly surges into his heart.

"This is... a low-end version of a two-dimensional foil? No, although the principles are different, the effects are strikingly similar! Forcing a macroscopic three-dimensional entity to collapse into a two-dimensional plane, even for just a moment, is an extreme desecration and exploitation of the laws of physics! That Hai Gong, he wasn't cultivating immortality, he was manipulating dimensions! Encountering a 'dimensional reduction attack' in the three-dimensional world, no matter how strong the opponent's attack power is, as long as it becomes a sheet of paper with no thickness, all physical parameters—mass, momentum, structural strength—will lose their meaning in an instant. Although Hai Gong's control was only temporary, it was enough to make any carbon-based life form feel despair. If we could have mastered this technology back then... well, that's the realm of gods. But at that moment, for that paper-thin enemy, Hai Gong was the swordsman who held the code to 'Death's Immortality.'"

The world of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

Rohan Kishibe, a manga artist in Morioh, snapped his G-pen with a "snap," but he didn't care and stared fervently at Kaiko's "flattened arm."

"This is... the ultimate 'realism'! It's not just turning people into books to read like my 'Heaven's Gate,' it's practically dragging the real world directly into the comic book panels! Look at those lines! That flat, severed arm being reconstructed! He's using a three-dimensional body to interpret two-dimensional perspective! This isn't just a Stand ability, this is art! This is art that surpasses Araki's... cough cough, surpasses conventional understanding of comics! If I could experience this feeling of being turned into a piece of paper, I might be able to draw a masterpiece that surpasses 'Red and Black Boy'! Although he didn't turn faces into pages, this physical 'turning into paper' better reflects the cruelty and absurdity of the battle. No, I need to go do some research! Koichi, quickly book me a ticket to that world... What? It doesn't exist? What a disappointment!"

The world of One-Punch Man.

Saitama, who had just returned from a supermarket sale to buy hot pot ingredients, scratched his bald head and pointed blankly at the sky.

"Genos, look at that. That person turned into a drawing. It looks like one of those discount flyers you stick on the fridge. This ability would be really useful in the summer, right? You could easily swat mosquitoes by turning them into paper. But seriously, can you still hit someone with your hand turned into a paper? What if it rains or gets damp? Would it soften? Although that flat art style looks pretty cool, like the Jump manga I used to read, if I turned into that, would my discounted eggs also become flat fried eggs? The taste would be worse then..."

Genos frantically took notes: "Teacher! The key isn't the taste! This is dimensional control at the level of causality! Are you implying I should pay attention to attack methods from different dimensions? As expected of the teacher, your perspective is always so unique!"

[Time flows to 2025, the eve of the final battle. As Xinglian relays back clues about the Radiant Ancestor discovered through the people of Piccolo, Haishan, enjoying family time at home, without hesitation, instantly sends a message on a paper crane to the pillar of Penglai Island—the Grandmaster Hai.]

[The paper crane spreads its wings, fulfilling its mission. The moment Hai Gong received the summons, he hadn't even finished his meal, nor had he had time to wipe away the tears from his previous weeping, before he soared through the air to arrive.]

Without a word, he immediately immersed himself in intelligence analysis. Faced with a future shrouded in mystery, Hai Gong displayed extraordinary decisiveness, willing to use the precious "Jishan Treasure" as the karmic price.

[Sacrificing treasures to the heavens, all for a sliver of advantage. The price was heavy, but the result was clear—the thirty-eighth war of cause and effect, time: 1:10 PM, January 10, 2026; location: the North Pole.]

[Following this, he discovered the crucial clue of a "hand drum" through subtle hints. This perpetually weeping Hai Gong, at this moment, became the first fearless pioneer in the entire Penglai and even the entire resistance camp to venture alone to that icy battlefield.]

The world of "Under One Person".

In the bamboo forest behind Longhu Mountain, Wang Ye, the successor of Feng Hou Qi Men, was lying lazily on a rock, his hand forming a Daoist incantation. When he saw Hai Gong sacrifice the "Treasure of Jishan" without hesitation, his dark circles trembled slightly.

"Sigh, in this world, even fortune tellers have to risk their lives. I've used the 'Chaotic Golden Clapper' before, but for this uncle to directly use such a precious magic weapon to fill the pit of karma, his boldness and decisiveness are truly admirable. You know, the variables in the inner realm are numerous. To calculate that one unique time and place from countless possibilities, and then add the variable of an extremely cold place like the 'North Pole,' if it were me, I'm afraid I would have to risk my life. 'The first to go to the battlefield'... Hey, this is what they call 'Though there be thousands, I will go.' Compared to those who always talk about 'the way of nature' but cower in the back, this kind of ordinary person who will pave the way even if he has to cry, has more of the 'true' spirit of a cultivator. This Hai Gong is a real man, very generous."

The world of Steins;Gate.

Inside the future gadget research institute, Rintaro Okabe (Kyouma Hououin), wearing a white lab coat, suddenly sprang up from the sofa, making an exaggerated upward-looking pose.

"El Psy Kongroo! I saw it! That's the convergence of world lines! January 10, 2026... That man, that observer named Kaigong, is trying to interfere with the choice of Steins;Gate! He's not using a phone microwave (tentative name), but some kind of mysterious device (Artifact) called 'Jishan Treasure'! To fight against the chaotic causality in a definite future... This is the truth I've come to understand after countless battles with the Organization! The first to head to the North Pole? Hmph, that's the zero-degree front! He's like me, who went back in time countless times to save Mayuri without giving up! That silhouette, that determination to grasp the 'hand drum' key even if it freezes the soul... You're my comrade! If we meet in this world line, I'll definitely buy you a bottle of Dr. Pepper!"

The world of Death Note.

In the dimly lit room filled with monitors, L (L·Lawliet) squatted on a chair eating dessert, his deep eyes fixed on the figure of Hai Gong setting off alone, his thumb gently rubbing his lower lip.

"That hand drum... is it Kira, no, a key piece in the enemy's plan? To be able to pinpoint a location using only a single prophecy under conditions of extreme information asymmetry, and to dare to go alone before the main force arrives... there are only two explanations for this behavior: either it's extremely foolish recklessness, or it's extreme rationality with absolute confidence in one's own strength and assessment of the situation. Based on Hai Gong's previous character, I lean towards the latter. He knew it was a gamble, but he treated himself as the biggest chip. 'First move wins,' although it's a cliché, in intelligence warfare, even a one-second information gap can determine the outcome of the entire battle. This big guy is more intelligent and more insane than I imagined."

The world of Detective Conan.

Inside the Mouri Detective Agency, Conan Edogawa pushed up his reflective glasses, his eyes becoming incredibly sharp, the background behind him seemingly transforming into a complex diagram of connecting clues.

"There's only one truth! The clue about the 'hand drum' wasn't discovered by chance! Mr. Hai Gong's process of gathering intelligence through paper figures and using the treasure to pinpoint the time and location is incredibly logically rigorous. It's like finding that one invisible drop of ink on a blank sheet of paper! Moreover, his choice to go to the Arctic alone wasn't just courage, but also a form of protection. He wanted to use his network of paper figures as the first line of defense, or... he wanted to seize the 'treasure' before the enemy could set up their traps, like Phantom Thief Kid. Although one is a detective and the other a thief, in this race against time, what's needed is precisely this kind of action to uncover the mystery. But then again, the Arctic is so cold, won't the paper become brittle? That's a blind spot..."