The emperor's sword pointed at the firmament.
"Sui Ren sparked fire, Emperor Yan grew millet, Shennong tasted herbs, Leizu raised silkworms, Ning Fengzi made pottery, Cang Jie created characters, our predecessors walked step by step, never relying on others... Those were our ancestors, and beneath our feet lies our present. The world is vast; three thousand years ago, the Yellow Emperor wielded a sword to unite all tribes, becoming the master of Mount Xuanyuan, ruling over the Four Seas and Eight Deserts..."
"From now on, you belong to one nation!"
In the Celestial beings, the elderly with a demeanor notably high looked frozen. In his sight, the fortune of the land, which should have been invisible, suddenly began to converge, from the city, from the mountains and rivers, from lakes and seas, from everywhere under heaven. A faint fortune appeared, very faint, slow, yet resolutely gathering——
The fortune of the terrestrial empire is where the hearts of men lay.
