"That will letter from the last will and testament read: 'The barbarian wretches, devoid of the Dao, have invaded and destroyed the spine of the dragon. Across the Divine Land, ten thousand miles of scorched earth lie before us. We, cultivators of our generation, willingly surrender to the dissolution of our mortal frames, blurring the heavenly secrets to nourish the dragon's breath. Through ten *jiazi* epochs, when that day and hour arrive, the surging Daoist *qi* shall bring great fortune to all under heaven!'"
Wang Han blinked, stunned, as Yellow Fat Rat continued, "I didn't quite catch the meaning back then. Later on, the Buddha gave me a rough explanation, and I managed to grasp the general idea.
"The dragon veins were destroyed by the barbarians beyond the frontier, causing the dragon's breath to scatter. That Daoist was willing to plunge into eternal perdition just to stabilize the remaining dragon breath. Judging from what he meant, it would take ten *jiazi*—which is six hundred years—to recast the glory of the Divine Land.
Chapter 137