"Establish the rightful place under heaven, tread upon the Great Taoism beneath the skies."
"The world is not the world of one family or one person, but the world of the Human Race."
"..."
Song after song of sacred sage chanting echoed forth, as if truly pulling that era—where the Human Race, though weakest in power, took a firm stance against compromise—into everyone's sight. Moving and lamentable scenes emerged before the eyes of different people.
There were Human Race sages who willingly enslaved themselves for the sake of cultivation methods...
There were Human Race sages who sacrificed their bright futures to protect their clansmen's descendants, standing alone against enemies...
There were Human Race sages who followed each other in succession, cultivating unfamiliar Taoist principles, dying of exhaustion in caves just to pass on the way of the next Saints...
Scene after scene, layer upon layer, surfaced before all beings' eyes.
