Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, the eight-hundred-year-old Zhou Dynasty had reached the brink of collapse.
Within the Nine Provinces of the Human Race, feudal kings rose on every side, and countless great sages established traditions and teachings, giving rise to a hundred schools vying for supremacy. This was the era later generations called the Hundred Schools of Thought!
Among these Hundred Schools of Thought, the most flourishing school was undoubtedly Daoism.
The founder of Daoism was Laozi, a high minister of the Zhou Dynasty!
Laozi's origins were exceedingly unusual. Rumor held that he was an immortal descended into the mortal world, born with white hair and beard and the appearance of an old man, hence his name, Laozi.
Moreover, as Daoism's influence continued to grow, Laozi's name spread throughout the Human Race. More and more people came drawn by his reputation and became his disciples.
It seemed that even the Fortune of the entire Human Race had been stirred, beginning to gather around Laozi.
To think that after only a few thousand years of accumulation, the Human Race's Fortune has already grown this abundant.
Sensing the Fortune pouring toward him, a trace of delight crossed Laozi's face as he thought to himself.
This Laozi was none other than one of the Heavenly Venerable Virtue's Three Corpses!
No one knew what means he had used, but he had evaded the Underworld's eyes and ears, reincarnating among the Human Race and quietly stealing its Fortune.
Though the Human Race's Fortune he had stolen was still a mere trickle, once he successfully carried out his plan, the rewards would likely tempt even a Heavenly Dao Saint!
"Soon. The time is almost here..."
A sharp gleam flashed through Laozi's eyes as he looked toward the humans beyond the Nine