"Alas, the power of Luo Tian Sect's ancestor was ultimately limited... Our seventy-two Golden Immortals of Luo Tian Sect were also hunted down and killed by other races..."
"After that battle, the Luo Tian Realm was shattered, never to regain its former glory, and it has been so for a primordial era..."
"In that battle, our Luo Tian Sect's heritage was lost, and many disciples carrying the heritage fled to other worlds, with no knowledge of their whereabouts..."
"How tragic, how lamentable!"
"Since that battle, our remnant Luo Tian Sect, every century, holds this Luo Tian Assembly to commemorate our ancestral cultivators and to rekindle our spirits, expel the other races... and reclaim the former glory of our Luo Tian Sect!"
After hearing Luo Qingniu's words, Su Xing's heart trembled.
From his sorrowful words, Su Xing could hear the brutality of that battle...
But Su Xing also thought of a deeper meaning, and he thought to himself:
