"I can only... do this much."
"Trust in the wisdom of those who come after. Surely someone will understand it. Surely someone smarter than me will emerge."
"I have already done everything a human body can do. If I cannot continue forward, then it means this path is wrong."
"This path is not wrong. It has merely... been sealed off!"
"The Totem Spirit is not humanity's limit. It is the limit of these shackles!"
"The greatest genius of this era opened a new path, yet died on the day he attained the Dao. I refuse to believe he failed... His death was no accident! We are being watched! Do not expose yourselves!!!"
"The earliest human records are at Sacred Hunt Mountain, surrounded by evil ghosts. But that definitely was not the earliest era. I will trace further back. Perhaps history will grant me the key."
"...Those are all my speculations regarding the shackles. People of the future, forgive me for being unable to do more, for being able only to leave behind scattered words in this crack. Born into this unfortunate world, please strive on."
"I will try to leave this place and surely return as promised. If I cannot... please strive on."
"Please strive on."
"Please strive on."
"I will... strive on."
The starlight speckling the giant whale Star Beast shone through the ages, and history's echoes thundered deafeningly.
Across the lands of the Qinghuo Tribe, Red Thunder Tribe, Pure Water Tribe, Plague Tribe, and countless others... more and more people emerged from their homes and looked up at the high vault of the sky.
Those who had silently gone to their deaths in the history of the Floating Continent.
Those who were still striving to live today.
They bestowed upon Qinghuo Qiming inexhaustible strength.
Bearing the Nether