At first, the Martial Lunatic, incensed by the way Immortal Spiritualists regarded all living beings as insignificant, had risen in rebellion, leading many Martial Artists to overthrow the era of Immortal Path and impart the teachings of Martial Arts to all.
But he hadn't anticipated that after sleeping for countless eons, upon awakening, he would find that there was no difference between the actions of the Martial Artists in this flourishing age of Martial Arts and those of the Qi cultivators of old.
"It seems that the problem was never the practice skill, but the people all along!" A sudden enlightenment dawned in the heart of the Martial Lunatic.
If at the beginning he felt a sparse sense of guilt for reaping the life force of these Martial Artists, now, however, he regretted it, regretted that the life force he had reaped while he slept had been too little, that he had left these Martial Artists with too long a life.