Under the mountains, in the deep sea.
One by one, people began to walk out of their graves.
Their attire varied widely, and their ages differed greatly.
Yet they awoke almost on the same day.
Some were at the seabed, where ordinary people would have long been crushed into pieces by the pressure.
But the strong ones awakened from the seabed effortlessly leapt upward, stepping on a rainbow fish, breaking through the surface.
"The era has changed, the spiritual power is so thin, there probably aren't any skilled masters left."
An old man standing on the rainbow fish clasped his hands behind his back, shaking his head in disappointment. "A crown appears on barren land. I really don't know if this is good or bad."
Beside him, another person appeared without notice.
This person was very young.
Much younger than the old man.
"With the decline of martial arts, won't we be invincible in the world?"
The young man was full of youthful spirit.
