This was not wild nonsense, but a conclusion deduced by following the laws of nature.
Whenever a great age arrived, heroes emerged in response to the times—more than one could count.
At the end of a dynasty, a true dragon would raise the banner of rebellion, sweep clean the four seas and eight wildernesses, quell the chaos of war, and stand as the foremost person of the age—a peerless figure whose name would be recorded in history, a favored child of heaven by destiny.
When a prosperous age arrived, scholars, poets, and grandmasters would descend upon the world, painting it with magnificent literary splendor and likewise passing down through the ages. These too were great powers born in response to the times. Such was the meaning of the saying: the times make heroes.
Though Great Zhou's national fortune remained flourishing and this was not an age of chaos, the martial path carried the implication of casting off the old and bringing forth the new. This stemmed from the plans of the Founding Ancestor and the Sage Strategist. In Demon Sword's eyes, Xiang Yang was likely the supreme outstanding talent who had gathered the martial fortunes of an age upon himself.
Otherwise, how could a mere constable from a humble family, whose ancestors for eight generations had all been farmers, cultivate to his present level in scarcely more than ten years? It was even more fantastical than a fairy tale. Who would believe it if told?
Drawing back his scattered thoughts, Demon Sword walked toward Xiang Yang. Their four eyes met, and exquisite divine radiance burst forth from each of them—two strands of sword light and two strands of saber light colliding.
A clanging sound suddenly rang out in the void. The verdant bamboo around them was abruptly severed by unseen