In their eyes.

The Emperor faced repeated defeats, bled relentlessly, wielding his blade to the sky, raging in bloody battles, leaving behind corpses in the void, all to buy time for the Martial Arts World, allowing the younger generation of the Martial Arts Era to develop.

Yet it was all ruined by these eight.

They monopolized the era; the time the Emperor fought for was rendered utterly useless.

But would they be willing to let go?

Sacrifice themselves for the sake of the world?

They did not want to die and continued to strangle the neck of the Martial Arts World, stifling the younger generation.

They could only greedily pin their hopes, believing that the Emperor needed no reinforcements, that he alone could defeat the enemy and create miracles to save the Martial Arts World.

"Emperor, please win."

The eight decaying Demigods stood before the corpses, some silent, others full of sarcasm.

...

Martial Arts Calendar, Year 2671.

The Martial Arts World grew ever more prosperous with the advent of time.

The continuous heritage and reproduction by the powerful led some children of legendary beings to inherit the family's Ultimate Techniques and physique.

In the Holy Land of the Zhang family, practitioners of the "Nine Heavens Profound Pupils" technique, children began to inherit portions of the physique from birth, naturally possessing double pupils, with superior talent, hailed as the Saint Son of the contemporary era.

Similarly, the Hermit Xu Family, known for the "Ancient Desolate Tao Destruction Technique," had a young Overlord Body appear, called a young Demigod, facing a clear path to Demigod status in the future.

This is a glorious era.

New youthful prodigies are successively inheriting their forebears' physiques, starting their paths on earth, possessing incredibly high starting points from birth.

Meanwhile, those eight Martial Demigods appeared less frequently, becoming known to people as the Eight Ancient Races.

"Another five hundred years have passed."

A young lad, rosy-cheeked and carrying a book box, walked along the street, lamenting the world's transformation over time.

"I just went to Outer Heaven and fought a battle with the foreign races overseeing us, merely probing their depths. Though they are powerful, they would basically be finished next time if they don't advance... Time inside moved so fast; no wonder their Wizard Civilization prefers shepherding, exploiting others' blood and bones to harvest fruits of civilization."

Has five hundred years really passed?

Addictively mesmerizing, leaving one wanting more.

Of course, even the Emperor did not expect those eight Martial Demigods to conceive such wild ideas, viewing his selflessness and lamentable life as a fight bought for the Martial Arts World.

Even considering his recurring falls into the void and tragic etchings as attempts to buy time for the Martial Arts World.

No matter how staggering the bloodshed, it was all part of routine operations.

However.

On the other side.

Many years ago, with only his head remaining, conveniently rescued with a flick of a foot, Yang Tiansheng was now waiting in the shadows, staring at the sky in shock:

"The Emperor has fallen again!"

"Blood is everywhere, corpses falling—was it the fourth cycle or the unknown fifth?"

Yang Tiansheng wasn't sure if the Emperor who died this time still lived, but remembering the past events made him increasingly fearful.

The Emperor only feared stronger enemies in the void.

This Martial Path Emperor who selflessly battled alone against the foreign races of the terrifying civilization outside the void, persistently coughing blood, burning the crimson of life until battle death."

How desolate and heroic it was to face the void alone, bleeding upon the land for two thousand years!

Yang Tiansheng's eyes were red with rage: "That Martial Arts Ancestor struggled to buy us time for development, to allow the younger generation to rise and aid the void battlefront, but those eight existences erased it all, monopolizing our rear support!"

Somewhat synonymous with heroic deeds.

Or perhaps any rational person would think it's such battles in the void upon seeing a heap of blood and bodies falling every so often, tragically so.

"Can't wait any longer!"

This time, Yang Tiansheng turned his gaze toward the peerless prodigies capable of breaking through to Demigod status, various Overlord Bodies, and Sacred Bodies.

"Five hundred years have passed, another corpse has fallen, I should strike again!"

Each existence at the Legendary Peak felt intensely heavy in their hearts.

"Kill!!!!"

A booming roar that shocked everyone's spirit resounded through Martial God Mountain.

The previously defeated Demigods returned, leading countless newly-breaking Demigods this time onto the field.

Rumble!

An unparalleled domineering aura erupted from his body.

On this day, the entire Martial God Mountain was blood-soaked.

A mission to never return, swearing to annihilate the eight ancient taboo existences monopolizing the era.

The horrific Martial conception permeated the heavens and the earth, shaking the entirety of the Central State Continent.

Meanwhile, the colossal commercial association, Tongtian Pavilion, on the Eight Desolate Continent, seized the opportunity to release documents and reveal historical truths, exposing the tyrannies of the eight decay-ridden Demigods.

Countless Jianghu heroes watched the storytellers in taverns, shaking fans, and striking the table for emphasis,

"On this day, the era's heroes join forces against the darkness!"

"Bearing swords with hearty laughs, wandering the world; ambitions devour the cosmos, gallantry endures the harsh times."

"In the martial world, it's said force breaks heaven and earth, but our chivalry seeks only freedom! Bearing swords between heaven and earth, who dares stand above?"

"The young knightly heroes have already ascended Martial God Mountain, fighting off wicked guests, restoring peace to our Martial world!"

"The fallen Divine Corpse was the Emperor's stand against Outer Heaven! How can we allow eight traitors to monopolize, leaving the ancient Martial God ancestor to fight alone?"

...

The entire Martial Arts continent was in an uproar; this was intended to leave hope for the era, and if they were defeated, it could still inform the world of the truth, planting new seeds of rebellion.

At this juncture, intense battle ensued; a group of newly advanced era heroes forcefully entangled four, while Yang Tiansheng single-handedly fought four ancient Demigods.

"Ah!"

A recently advanced young prodigy Demigod was instantly killed.

Their innate talents surpassed those eight from the primitive era, yet they severely lacked foundational depth and time.

"It's you again, Yang Tiansheng, how did you survive back then?"

These four decaying Demigods easily slaughtered and trapped the young Demigods, sneering, "You'll die again this time, and you've brought us so much fresh blood to thoroughly secure our status."

Meanwhile, amidst the slaughter.

On his side, Yang Tiansheng, with the Emperor's guidance, arduously trained for five hundred years, becoming a different person.

Alone, he fought four decaying Demigods and forcibly killed one.

"The first one!"

He raised the head of the astonished decaying Demigod, his body battered, and coldly said, "Today, you all must die!"

This battle shook the heavens and earth.

All the major sects in the world watched the distance in terror.

"It is him, indeed."

A scholar with a book box, flushed face, was listening to a storyteller in a tavern when he suddenly looked up, "Indeed, five hundred years have truly passed; the once-failing youth has returned in force."

"The tides of time, you and I each have our own stories."

He calmed his mind and continued listening to the storytelling, "Unexpectedly, an eternal battle raged five hundred years ago, people hailed me with saintly titles, and all have somewhat distorted my experiences."

Martial Arts Calendar, Year 2672.

Yang Tiansheng, leading thirteen Demigods, stormed Martial God Mountain, engaging in a five-day bloody battle.

No young Demigod from the thirteen survived.

All eight decayed Demigods were extinguished.

The era entered a new Martial Arts Era; people believed accomplishing such an inconceivable feat marked extraordinary combat prowess, unrivaled Martial aptitude in the current world.

A new era dawned, a new Martial Path Emperor ascended, known by the people as Emperor Tiansheng.

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