At this point, Linglong paused for the second time. Her eyes brimmed with awe and regret. Sikong Shang truly deserved to be called unprecedented before and unmatched since.
Xiang Yang was likewise shaken by the handiwork of this Strategist who had already become history. People always talked about changing the world—through economics, through culture—but this man had truly intended to change the heavens, not merely in a figurative sense.
"Then he should have succeeded, right? After all, for so long, martial arts in the world have indeed withered away. The grand scene of heroes rising together during the Golden Age is no more."
Xiang Yang thought of his own journey. Though he had relied on the Wordless Book, as well as his own talent and hard work, changes in the outside world had also played a part. It seemed that around the time he advanced to Xiantian, the Spiritual Energy Flux had begun slowly strengthening as well.
And when the seven Xiantian Experts of Red Chamber Dream Drunken Spring and Autumn faced the severing of the road ahead, they had resolutely chosen to enter death seclusion and charge toward the legendary realm of Celestials. As expected, they should all have perished prematurely.
Xiang Yang also recalled the letter he had seen in the White Jade Cave created by Yuan Huaiyi. Its final line read:
"The road that was once cut off has been reconnected. The Spiritual Energy Flux is slowly recovering, yet we cannot wait until that day. If we do not succeed, we must die—but if I go with my friends, what is there to fear in death?"
That had been nearly forty years ago. At that time, the Spiritual Energy Flux should only have begun showing signs of revival; it had not fully recovered until the last two