PROLOGUE
The Hegemonic Despot Association (ééøę), which had created a world ruled by the Unorthodox Faction.
The Central Plains became a sea of blood on the Path of the Hegemon they carved.
The Nine Sects and One Beggar’s Sect and the Six Great Families, known as the pillars of the Righteous Faction, joined forces to resist, but they were no match for the Hegemon-Blood Martial God (č¦č”ę¦ē„), who was called the greatest master of the era. As the situation reached its worst and the Murim was entering a Dark Age, a single ray of light appeared in the form of four peerless masters: the Four Great Grandmasters.
The Four Great Grandmasters fought the Hegemon-Blood Martial God, leader of the Hegemonic Despot Association, with their Peerless Martial Arts, and ultimately defeated him at Mount Song, the Central Great Mountain (å“å±±), one of the Five Great Mountains (äŗå²³) known as the holy land of the Righteous Faction.
Thus, the era of the Righteous Path had come once again. * Northern Honam Province, Tianzi Mountain (天åå±±). There stood the castle of the Hegemonic Despot Association, which had once created a world for the Unorthodox Faction. The grand castle of the Hegemonic Despot Association, which had seemed poised to rule the world, was being devoured by a crimson conflagration. Was it not said that power does not last ten years? With the death of the giant of an era, who had been a hegemon for over a decade, the Castle of the Hegemonic Despot Association thus came crumbling down.
The sky was stained a sorrowful scarlet by the fiercely spreading conflagration. A thousand-gil cliff, not far from the back of the castle. Waaah, waaah! A large, middle-aged man, wearing a great long saber at his waist, looked down at a baby wrapped in a sack. It was the baby that Hae Ha-rang, the Hegemon-Blood Martial God’s woman, had protected until the moment of her death. Huuu. A heavy sigh escaped the middle-aged man’s lips. Everyone inside the castleāthe Hegemon-Blood Martial God’s family and his vassalsāhad all been killed. They were killed on sight to prevent any future trouble.
‘The baby…’ The middle-aged man couldn’t bring himself to cut the baby down with his saber. He, too, had recently had a daughter just like this baby. That was why his prized saber, which had been endlessly merciless toward those of heretical and demonic ways, could not bring itself to touch the baby. But that didn’t mean he could let the baby live. ‘I’m sorry, little one.’ Blame the fact that you are a blood relative of the Hegemon-Blood Martial God.
The middle-aged man eventually took the baby’s sack toward the edge of the cliff. It was so dizzyingly high that the bottom was not visible
. The height was so unimaginable that even a decent master, if they fell helplessly, wouldn’t leave even their bones behind. ‘The chances of survival are nonexistent… but if you do survive, that will be your heavenly fortune, and my misfortune.’ Whoosh! The middle-aged man closed his eyes and threw the baby off the cliff. The baby fell down the dizzying cliff, turning into a dot in an instant.
