Annals of the Martial Ancestor: First Year of Xuanzhang, seventh month, ninth day. The sky revealed seven colors, auspicious rain descended, and fortune was born. The human race beneath the heavens was freed from sickness and miasma, and its lifespan was extended by twelve years.
What was the reason?
Ah! The martial path reached the heavens—Myriad Miles!
Martial Ancestor Luo had risen step by step amid the human race's peril, spreading benevolence and broadening righteousness, showering all living beings with grace, shouldering the world's justice with an iron shoulder, and wielding a wondrous hand to write his works. He was valiant and fierce, his heart sincere and true. At last, in the span of two years, he crossed Myriad Miles, brought the martial path into the mortal world, and gave humanity a fourth path once more! This was the blessing of the human race!
If Confucius had not been born, ten thousand ages would have been like a long night.
If Dongliu had not been born, the common people would have been no more than grass and weeds.
The Grand Historian said: The Human Race's Hearth Fire shall be passed down for myriad generations. The human race's fortune shall enjoy Eternal Prosperity. I only wish that throughout the ages, our human race may remain undying, and martial fortune may forever prosper!
This was the beginning of the human race's great flourishing!
I had witnessed it personally. How fortunate!
Ignoring the reactions within Great Xuan, Chen Luo arrived in the Southern Border at the first opportunity.
Prince Jing's Manor.
"Younger Junior Brother, stay calm. If anything had happened, Sixth Junior Sister couldn't possibly have failed to tell us." Bai Xiao patted Chen Luo, who was burning with anxiety, and made him calm down first.
Because Chen Luo had crossed Myriad