"Three Heavens is not a Daoist temple! It is a Spirit Mausoleum!" Lu Yun said. "A million years ago, Heaven, Earth, and Humanity contended for the Dao. When outstanding heroes of the Human Race died, their Heroic Spirits gathered in Three Heavens. Do you see the pavilions and towers outside? Those are Heroic Spirit Mausoleums built for hundreds of millions of Heroic Spirits."
A land of Heroic Spirits stretching a thousand miles.
Heroic Spirit Mausoleums for hundreds of millions of Heroic Spirits.
Pavilions and towers, magnificent beyond measure—they had originally been Heroic Spirit Mausoleums built a million years ago for the hundreds of millions of Heroic Spirits of the Human Race.
"Heroic Spirits... are they the true foundation Three Heavens relied upon to break calamities?" Lin Xiaosu asked.
"Yes! But when civilization faced the danger of severed inheritance, how could the heroic spirits tolerate it? Once hundreds of millions of heroic spirits emerged, no matter what calamity came, all would return to dust, dust, and earth, earth. Yet today, there are no more heroic spirits, only empty mausoleums remain. What strength does Three Heavens possess to save the living beings of Heaven and Earth? What ability does it have to continue that flickering flame of the Human Dao?"
"Heroic Spirits... did they die in battle?" Lin Xiaosu's heart tightened.
Lu Yun said, "A million years ago, Human Emperor Kun, the last Human Emperor, sacrificed himself for the Dao. He severed the Heavenly Dao and sealed the Earthly Dao, leaving the Human Dao with an unprecedented flourishing golden age. Yet later generations did not remember Emperor Kun's merits. Instead, they smeared him as a demon and branded the Heroic Spirits who had fought beside him as accomplices of the demonic path. Every stele was smashed, every history book destroyed. From then