Chapter 1861: Chapter 1958: The Birth of the New Martial Lord

"Not good!" Fang Lin realized something was amiss, and he directly bit his tongue tip to try to wake up, but his entire consciousness still involuntarily sank, and he could no longer see anything in front of him.

In the critical moment, a hand appeared out of thin air and gently rested on Fang Lin’s shoulder.

Fang Lin’s body shook, and his consciousness suddenly cleared up, and the view in front of him gradually regained its luminosity.

When Fang Lin turned to look, he saw a unfamiliar face smiling at him, holding a black umbrella in hand.

"The twelfth mural represents the word ’change’. The future holds infinite changes. By shattering this twelfth mural, your consciousness falls into these myriad changes, never able to escape," the umbrella-holder said softly, and then inexplicably disappeared right in front of Fang Lin.

Fang Lin stood there dumbfounded, the shock on his face hadn’t faded. He didn’t expect the mysterious umbrella-holder, who appeared in later times, to suddenly appear here.

Even more unexpected for Fang Lin was that he was actually saved by this person. If this person hadn’t awakened him in time, Fang Lin might have forever sunk into that seemingly real yet illusory consciousness, never to wake again.

Fang Lin took several deep breaths, finally calming down, but the abrupt appearance of the umbrella-holder left Fang Lin with even greater doubts.

"Could it be that I was wrong before, and he isn’t an Ancient Spirit Incarnation, otherwise why would he show up here to save me?" Fang Lin thought to himself. The sudden appearance of the umbrella-holder made Fang Lin suspect that his previous assumptions were incorrect, thinking the umbrella-holder might not be an Ancient Spirit Incarnation.

But at this moment, Fang Lin couldn’t determine the identity of the umbrella-holder. If he were an Ancient Spirit Incarnation, there would be no reason to rescue him.

If not an Ancient Spirit Incarnation, then who is he? Friend or foe? Or perhaps both?

Fang Lin turned again, looking at the twelfth mural, but saw that the mural had already been restored to its original state, still a blank appearance, without the slightest sign of breaking or collapsing.

Fang Lin frowned slightly. He had indeed shattered this mural before, but now it had returned to normal. It was likely the work of the umbrella-holder, or the murals here might be self-restoring.

While Fang Lin was in the ancient cave, on the peak of a mountain somewhere within the vast mountain ranges, a black umbrella suddenly appeared, followed by a figure beneath it.

At the same time, Mo Shouhe above the Nine Heavens also sensed an unusual aura. His eyes scanned the entire earth, including the vast mountain ranges, but he could not find the presence of the umbrella-holder.

"Almost came to naught, Fang Lin, Fang Lin, you better not make any more mistakes, I have taken great risks to help you," the umbrella-holder muttered, looking up at the sky with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"The twelve murals have my handiwork, Xuanyuan Ya’s work, and also yours, Mo Shouhe’s work. It depends on who this kid Fang Lin believes," the umbrella-holder spoke, then suddenly looked into the distance, a hint of surprise but more of relief appearing on the face hidden beneath the black umbrella.

"Xuanyuan Ya, you’re still the formidable one, seeing more of the future than any of us. Another being has been born under the heaven and earth, capable of seizing the creation of the universe, just as you foresaw, Xuanyuan Ya." No sooner had the umbrella-holder finished speaking than a red beam of light shot up in the direction he was looking at, like a pillar of heaven visible from any corner of the earth.

At this moment, countless Holy Spirits on the earth felt a similar sensation, a deep sense of awe from within their souls, naturally wanting to kneel toward the direction of the red light.

Across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, the eight directions and six realms, the strong submit with utmost reverence!

In Emperor Bai City, Fang Qingye leapt out, his eyes turned towards the distant red light, a rare smile on his face.

"Even faster than I anticipated," Fang Qingye said, then headed straight to where the red light had appeared.

In the sky, Mo Shouhe was furious. At this moment, he finally understood why he had been feeling restless for some time why Fang Qingye’s movements were always so secretive, evading his detection.

It turned out a third Martial Lord had been born in the shadows, besides himself and Fang Qingye!

Mo Shouhe was filled with hatred. If he had known about the new Martial Lord’s birth earlier, he would have risked even his already limited lifespan to eliminate this threat.

Unfortunately, Mo Shouhe only realized the new Martial Lord’s birth now when it was too late, having missed the best opportunity to take action. Even if Mo Shouhe wanted to act now, it was impossible, as Fang Qingye would never let him succeed, definitely fighting to stop him.

Moreover, the new Martial Lord had already become a force, no longer something Mo Shouhe could easily kill. Below the Martial Lord, all are ants, but among the Martial Lord realm, it’s hard to tell who’s stronger or weaker genuinely.

Mo Shouhe’s face was exceedingly grim. Though the world’s grand scheme was still within his grasp, he vaguely felt as if some things had already gone beyond his control, developing in unimaginable directions.

As for how far it would develop, Mo Shouhe couldn’t predict because a newly born Martial Lord would bring numerous variables, with Mo Shouhe being the common enemy of all beings, destined to be deeply affected.

"Xuanyuan Ya, is this your trickery? One Fang Qingye wasn’t enough, now there’s a new Martial Arts Supreme born. For this, you spared nothing, expending your remaining ten thousand years of lifespan. Such courage! I’ve been fighting against you for so long, and for the first time, I genuinely admire you," Mo Shouhe said through gritted teeth. The person he hated the most at this moment was not the newly born Martial Arts Supreme but the long-deceased Xuanyuan Ya.

Both Fang Qingye and this new Martial Arts Supreme were Xuanyuan Ya’s craft. With his death, he exchanged for the consecutive births of two Martial Lords to restrain Mo Shouhe.

On the ground, the red beam shook the nine skies, a figure stood within the light pillar, absorbing the winds and clouds from the Nine Heavens, dominating the eight directions fiercely.

This red light embodies the person’s surging blood and vitality, so powerful that even the mightiest True Dragon’s physical strength pales in comparison.

Among the many ancient strong figures, including Xuanyuan Ya and Mo Shouhe, none could compare to this new Supreme in terms of vitality.

On this day, a body of unprecedented strength was born upon the earth, capable of crushing all Martial Arts practitioners purely with Physical Strength.

Fang Qingye appeared nearby, the umbrella-holder was also silently watching from afar, Mo Shouhe coldly overlooking, with all three gazes falling upon this new Martial Lord.

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