Tangyu, the Wudang Ancestor and the Sect Master, both stood at the peak of Wudang Mountain, gazing distantly at the battlefield below.
This great war was an unprecedented disaster for Wudang Mountain. The faces of the Wudang Ancestor and the Sect Master were solemn, as this was a matter concerning the survival of Wudang Mountain.
"Ancient and serene, the Great Dao contends. The Ancient Martial World, indeed, has faced many tribulations. The great battle of ancient times left it in tatters. This current battle might once again inflict grave damage. Such calamity, I'm afraid, may cause the gradual decline of Ancient Martial Arts, and in the end, it might perish from this world." The Wudang Ancestor sighed, having weathered countless trials.
With the demise of the Great Dao, who can reverse the tide?
In times of chaos and contention, everyone lives in fear.
