Seo Jun-Ho's gaze ignored the flustered martial artists and stared at the message in front of him.

- This martial art is a martial art made to change the world.

Whaaaa!

All of a sudden, he was struck with a memory explaining the meaning of those words.

'This is...'

It was the great battle of His Majesty the Emperor he had seen in Cheon-Gwang’s memories. Just in time, the emperor who was coming down the stairs ordered.

"General, make a martial art."

In response, Cheon-Gwang kneeled and bowed his head.

"Your Majesty, if you need any martial arts, please instruct the head of the Murim Alliance, Namgung Jincheon. He owns the Sect Record Chip containing all the martial arts in the world."

"…I can't ask him to do it." The emperor approached the window and looked down at the city being constructed before muttering, "It has to be a martial art that will remain unknown to him for the rest of his life."

Cheon-Gwang raised his head carefully. "I am sorry, but what kind of martial art does Your Majesty need?"

"A martial art that will change the world."

Cheon-Gwang was at a loss for words upon hearing the emperor’s ambitious words.

"General, think about it. Think about the world we lost.”

Right now, it was a world that existed only in their dreams. It was a world where nature thrived, and it was a...