Eight Desolates Martial Arts Continent.

Martial God Calendar two thousand one hundred.

The Emperor is resting and recovering in secret.

However, over this century, various legendary powerhouses have gradually grown more suspicious.

In fact, over a thousand years ago, a legendary peak Martial Artist named Yang Tiansheng had already discovered the truth.

Despite going through the era of "burning books and burying scholars," history was eliminated, yet some of it was secretly preserved.

This young man learned of that history through an elder.

He is the contemporary prodigy of the Yang Family, one of the three great noble families of Wuming City.

At eight years old, a beggar said he wanted to take Yang Tiansheng as a disciple, holding several torn pages of martial arts secret manuals, and told him the truth about history—how could he accept it?

At the age of twenty-seven, Yang Tiansheng, engrossed in the Martial Path, neglected his wife and children; while he was out adventuring, the Yang Family was attacked by enemies causing a massacre.

The beggar, who had begged in the vicinity for over ten years, suddenly erupted with unbelievable power to protect his wife and children. When he arrived, he found the beggar quietly guarding the house doorway, dead but standing firm.

At that time, he completely believed the beggar's words.

Because before the beggar was crippled, he may have possessed power unimaginable to Yang's small noble family, earth-shattering, perhaps having once looked down upon the Eight Desolates Martial Arts Continent.

He inherited the Divine Dragon Ring, becoming an Alchemist, traveling through various cities and secret realms, continuously encountering fortuitous events, searching for the legacies left by predecessors.

From that day on, he secretly planned to overthrow the evil rule.

"The divine corpse that fell from heaven... contains great terror!"

At this moment, Yang Tiansheng quietly murmured, "If true, it might be the legendary Emperor's divine remains!"

He believed at this moment, even the Emperor was secretly plotted against by them.

Thus the corpse fell in the void, and the entire era entered a long martial path era covered by darkness.

"Now may be the most opportune moment!"

"The Emperor's death, those eight martial demigods plotted against this Martial Ancestor, they must have been injured too."

"I, Yang Tiansheng, must break into the demigod realm, martial supremacy over the celestial vaulting, even if I wash away the past with blood, I must seek a path for martial arts across the world!"

The Martial Path is freedom.

He secretly made a solemn vow to the corpse falling from the sky.

Over these years, he continually controlled the surrounding legendary powerhouses, using a self-created ultimate technique, the Only I Am Venerable Heaven and Earth Technique, to brainwash the legendary powerhouses.

These legendary powerhouses are lapdogs of the Eight Great Sects; when the time comes, we will break through to demigod together and seize their life maps.

For these evildoers who do wrong, he showed no mercy.

Thus, on this day.

The era suddenly saw a surge of legendary figures who suddenly broke through to demigod, and offered their life maps.

"Ha!"

"I have finally arrived!"

Yang Tiansheng walked step by step, his aura growing increasingly terrifying, step by step ascending the mountain, "Crouching for over a thousand years until today! I must avenge the world, open a peaceful era for the world!"

Before him stands Blood Mountain, which is Martial God Mountain, anciently passed down, it was stained by the cough of the Emperor's blood over a thousand years ago, gradually becoming the center of the martial arts world.

Studying martial arts here, using the Dao rhythm contained within the blood, is doubly effective, an undisputed highest holy land in the world.

"Who are you?? How dare you ascend the mountain? Without reporting?"

At this moment, the eight martial demigods walked out, looking at the laughing figure, behind him roared burning flames, his aura pouring down torrentially as if a huge showy rain arose between heaven and earth.

Boom.

This battle was earth-shattering.

These eight martial demigods were not a single slab of iron; they were mutually wary, preventing sneak attacks.

Yang Tiansheng was beaten even when they joined forces; his flesh was mangled, a bloody ruined shell, bones and flesh separated, unrecognizable.

"This man is terrifying! We must join forces!"

"Indeed, at best, it's only two or three of us together in combat power." They communicated, yet were afraid of their own people attacking from behind? Otherwise, it would have been resolved long ago.

"You all come at once!"

Yang Tiansheng laughed heartily, "At this moment, I truly feel free, my blood has boiled, is this Martial God Palace? The eight Martial Path Emperors?"

Throughout Martial God Mountain, even the soil is red.

At this moment, all the attendants and guards of Martial God Palace, in their usual arrogant selves receiving bribes, unexpectedly cried out in despair, chaotic.

"Save me!"

"This lunatic, how did he dare?"

"These are Martial Path Emperors, the eight most powerful overlords in the world!"

Yang Tiansheng surveyed all around, "You thieves, plundering the era, doing evil, should give this era a breather, open a skylight."

He gripped a spear in his hand, waving it to unleash tornadoes.

"The Martial Path is not only about the Emperor's martial techniques but also martial heroes! The Martial Path has an artistic conception, chivalrous intent, striding through Jianghu, unrestrained and uninhibited, not like you secretly scheming thugs, lacking your own spirit."

He sent forth a punch, causing the heavens to collapse and the earth to crack.

"Such audacity!"

The eight stern ancient beings finally grew angry.

This battle unbelievably lasted for five days.

The entire Martial God Mountain was stained with fresh blood once more, and even the palace complex was set aflame, which eventually began to subside.

But the challenger was finally defeated.

Crack.

Yang Tiansheng's head rolled down to the foot of the mountain.

"Another interesting person." The voice came from a frail man, who coughed twice, leaving a patch of fresh blood on the handkerchief.

The color of the blood on the handkerchief matched that of the Blood Mountain of the Martial God Mountain before them.

"You are..."

The eyes of the remnant remains glittered brilliantly, seemingly radiating a glow of surprise, "You, still alive! The era-overarching first Martial Path Emperor from two thousand years ago who pioneered the Martial Arts Era... Emperor."

"No, you have long been dead. I saw the remains myself. I am dreaming... In the twilight of my life... I cannot defeat them... Cannot defeat them... They are too strong... Unimaginable that you once suppressed them alone... But later, they also attacked you, something happened to you... They grew terrifyingly strong... After your death, no one could stop them..."

Blood rushed down from the head.

The voice dripped with despair with every word, hoarse like the whimpering of a puppy, "Impossible to win, they are too strong... We are all beasts trapped in cages, without hope, how can there be hope..."

The Emperor stopped in his tracks, and after a while, suddenly recited, "Indeed, we all live in cages."

This is a true hero.

The Emperor did not embrace the noble spirit of a hero; his life was solely for himself. Although he appeared to suppress an era, he was, in fact, quite bourgeois in spirit, finding happiness in researching martial arts at home, indulging in martial arts secret manuals, which was life's greatest joy. He always believed everyone has their own path, letting nature take its course, everything with its own trajectory.

Yet undeniably, he admired this man who sought justice for all souls.

"I saw the battle here and was impressed by your martial arts, so I came here specifically to acquire them."

"And in exchange, I suggest you cultivate this book 'Heaven and Earth Dominating Body Technique', and this 'Celestial Path Opening Heaven Record'. Embark on the path of the overlord, and you may dominate invincibly for an era, even slaying those eight Demigods."

The Emperor gently pointed, and vast martial arts knowledge merged into his mind.

He tidied his clothes and coughed up a mouthful of blood, "You escaped your cage for all souls, I must break free from an invisible cage for myself."

"Let us each strive in our own ways."

Bang!

He kicked Yang Tiansheng's head away, sending him fleeing to the distance.

Bang!

In another step, he shattered the void, creating a fissure.

When he opened his eyes again, it was amidst lush mountains and greenery, the surroundings tranquil, with a few white deer running far off, like a dreamlike, verdant fairyland.

And opposite him, someone was already quietly waiting.

"Went to the wrong place in the morning, it should be about right in the afternoon, why did you come to our realm in the evening?" The person had a fair and handsome appearance, sharp ears, and a head of green hair.

It was the Elf Divine King, Minis.

"Here, it is a day, whereas there, it is a century... During the afternoon respite, in what is sixty-some years, I met an interesting child."

The Emperor coughed twice, "Ah, time... a glance and a century, only twenty days have passed in your world, we have gone through more than two thousand years."

"The secret realm is always so unique, though from a sensory perspective, our day is quite long, thirty-three days..." Minis answered softly.

"Yet you still shepherd this secret realm world," the Emperor said, "using their blood and civilization to build your own monument."

Minis stood up, in the first private room, gazed at the distant grand and vast Crystal Wall, looking toward the direction of the hall, "Others are shepherding us as well, in the Multi-Dimensional World where we reside..."

This world is so vast, with levels of many things, higher realms that are beyond our understanding.

Just like primitive people unable to comprehend modern skyscrapers, indeed making one yearn, making one fascinated.

He did not initially wish to shepherd, but upon witnessing the brilliance of the Martial Arts Era and the future, he could not stop, wanting to see the other's even more distant future, seeking more possibilities.

Minis wished to shift the focus, saying, "By the way, that monarch, settled here...."

The Emperor showed a glimpse of surprise, his eyes turning into vortices, quickly reading the information of this world, only to exhale a breath later,

"So it is, all belong to his descendants, we inherit its civilization, you dwell on the once-land, but still cannot alter you shepherding everything,

I want to see what kind of wizardry civilization can ascend from the homeland of that figure."

Minis saw the other was persistent, and added, "Your Martial Arts system is very mixed, appearing as a transformation into martial arts secret manuals, its power only one-fifth of the original bloodline."

"But undeniably, even when transformed into secret manuals, one can learn two or three martial arts, and still there are countless possibilities, meanwhile we only cultivate the spiritual witchcraft lineage, single and specialized, yet not weak either."

"Do you really want to take action?" Minis paused.

The Emperor had already started to indicate with actions, instantly sending forth a punch, "Our Martial Arts lineage, all-embracing! Your entry into our Martial Path Race, everything will be water under the bridge."

Bang.

The entire wizard world suddenly fell silent for a few seconds.

Even the sound halted, then the next second, a terrifying pressure swept in, the intense sound of thunder resounded.

All the wizards looked up, it was the forest base of the Elf Race.

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