All things in the world came in pairs; where there was mutual generation, there was mutual restraint, just as where there was poison, there was medicine.
Back when the Primal Martial Sage burst onto the scene, he swept across the world by his own strength, beating every existence beyond the Human Race until their branches and leaves withered away; those not destroyed went into hiding.
That was the Human Race's first golden age. Yet when things reached an extreme, they reversed, and upheaval soon followed.
The Myriad Manifestations Martial Sage ascended to the pinnacle. Looking across the world, he found no rival among the Human Race, and his heart swelled to an unprecedented degree.
For instance, the birth of the Human Seed Cult was a particular product of that era. It was not something the Myriad Manifestations Martial Sage alone could decide, but represented the Human Race's aspiration to pursue a higher realm, where everyone became a saint.
Later, the Bewitcher Empress emerged and directly beat reality into the Human Race's martial artists: compared with those monsters, the Human Race was still terribly fragile.
The Bewitcher Empress rose like an explosion, swiftly slaughtering the long-peaceful Human Race until it was nearly exterminated. Even the Myriad Manifestations Martial Sage could not make up for his mistakes. For a time, there were signs that bewitching creatures would replace the Human Race and seize this land.
But the principle that things reversed when they reached an extreme was proven once more.
At the Human Race's weakest and most desperate moment, generation after generation of Martial Saints erupted forth like a geyser, advancing one after another to lead their people into battle against the Bewitcher Race.
In the end, the bewitching creatures were swept clean. Even the Bewitcher Empress had her physical body destroyed,