Years Later

Many, many years later...

"Our continent... nearly ten thousand years ago, was once called Great Qian. Later, the Medicine King Sect moved east, struck down the heretical cultivators, and led us cultivators through the Blood Moon Calamity. Their merit was boundless..."

"By coincidence, Great Qian perished at that time, and the cultivation world lay in ruins. All the sects jointly petitioned the Medicine King Sect's Supreme Elder of that era to unify the realm and consolidate the cultivation world, honoring the Medicine King Sect as its overlord. Its ten subordinate halls shook the Central Region..."

Upon a bluestone sat a slovenly, unkempt cultivator. Puffing on a dry tobacco pipe, he held forth to several fledgling cultivators below. "Why is it called the Central Region? That was decided by the Medicine King Sect's old ancestor... It is said that he was the foremost Spirit Transformation cultivator under heaven and once traveled the world. Beyond our Central Region, he discovered four great cultivation worlds: the Eastern Sea, Western Wasteland, Northern Plains, and Southern Frontier. Each was said to occupy an entire continent, comparable to Great Qian. Thus they were named... and cultivators across the world all recognized this division!"

"After ten thousand years of recuperation, spiritual qi is now gradually reviving. Our cultivation world is flourishing greatly, and Spirit Transformation cultivators have finally begun to appear once more..."

"Even so, the Medicine King Sect remains the greatest sect in the world. Every year, cultivators seeking to join it are too numerous to count... And now, the time has come once again for the Medicine King Sect to open its gates, an event held once every ten years..."

Following the old man's pipe, the many young cultivators could not help looking toward a deep mountain shrouded in mist and clouds.

At that moment,