It was once said that heaven was high and earth vast, and that we would meet again someday.
When the wild geese and sparrows flew south, I looked back, only to find that old friends had long since departed.
Now I watched the stars shift and the seas turn to fields.
Time flowed on. When I looked up again, ten thousand years had already passed.
"History would not cease to flow simply because one person was missing.
"Humanity could only do its utmost to leave a bold stroke upon the history books of this world during its brief lifespan.
"And that would merely be a tiny punctuation mark in those history books.
"At most, a single word. A single sentence.
"More often, it was the path the world itself was destined to take.
"Human influence upon it was negligible.
"Just like a thousand years ago, when no one could have foreseen that there was another continent in this world.
"And that continent had even collided and merged with Douluo Continent a thousand years ago, ultimately forming the larger Douluo Continent of today.
"However, the merging of the two continents did not mean that the people living upon them could coexist peacefully.
"We people of the present did not know the specifics, but the historical records that had been passed down stated that the people of that continent were highly aggressive and possessed an immensely powerful weapon—Soul Tools.
"At that time, the fighting methods on our side of Douluo Continent were still the traditional ones: Soul Masters and soldiers fighting at close range. The only long-range means of attack were the hidden weapons passed down ten thousand years ago by Tang San, the ancestor of the Tang Sect. Yet the outcome was tragic. The Tang Sect's hidden weapons were completely inferior