Endless Dust and Smoke

I thought that after possessing the peerless magical power, I would be able to roam the world unimpeded and be proud of the world. Now that I think about it, I feel so childish and ridiculous. The stories I read about when I was a child about heroes breaking the law with force, and holding the emperor hostage to order the princes were all lies. So what if your martial arts skills dominate the world? Three hundred years ago, the master had almost no opponents in the entire martial arts world. In the end, he ended up in a "weak water town" and never came back. How many people understand the loneliness in this world? If you use martial arts just to survive, what's the use of martial arts? Isn't it because I practice martial arts to protect my beloved mother?