"So you're truly determined to break away from the Martial Race and establish your own race."

Li Qing walked across the land, sighing in his heart.

Perhaps, in Zhu Qi's eyes, this is a humiliation.

He doesn't want to live under the Celestial Emperor's shadow.

But his race, too, originated from a fusion of Wizards and the Martial Path, just with limited potential. The soul-body fusion has already eliminated independent souls, leaving only powerful bodies.

Martial Arts Calendar Year 7101.

The Black Magic Master's clan, they sever heads.

You can see how much they emphasize brain development; their Spiritual Power is five to six times stronger than Martial Path Races that don't practice spiritual Secret Manuals or martial arts.

Upon death, a large amount of soul overflowed.

With numerous mortal deaths over hundreds of years, they discovered as more souls emerged, "Spiritual Qi" began to form in the world.

This Spiritual Qi nourishes the world and can even speed up cultivation.

Originally, one's soul was used to refine Skull Dharma Artifacts, a very slow process, but now they can channel "Soul Qi" from the heavens and earth to refine Skull Dharma Artifacts.

The cultivation speed increased by two to three levels.

Martial Arts Calendar Year 7161.

Zhu Qi, the Celestial Emperor, was no longer satisfied with the slow supply of Spiritual Qi and began greatly promoting population growth and reproduction.

The iteration of countless strong individuals could make the power of souls even more abundant.

"Unfortunately, resources are depleted too quickly... but it's not without solutions."

He turned his gaze toward the Crystal Wall, knowing that breaking it would release energy liquid to support the three worlds—a management practice long established.

"The Ten Thousand Realms above, truly something to aspire towards!"

Martial Arts Calendar Year 7361.

The Life Map continually pushed forward, yet Zhu Qi remained the sole True God.

After all, his new race had over fifty rings, already very vast.

How could a new Black Magic True God breakthrough in merely a few thousand years?

But for Zhu Qi, it doesn't matter.

In the Divine Realm, a day is a hundred years, just waiting a few dozen more days.

But the era wouldn't let him wait.

The first challenge arrived.

Martial Arts Calendar Year 7193.

On this day, the Celestial Emperor ascended to the Divine Realm, wielding the Godslaying Longsword.

The small secret Martial Arts realms hid away for thousands of years, finally cultivating this several-ring True God.

This True God's Divine Talent appeared to be the most useless: to suppress the domains of other True Gods.

"You've come."

Zhu Qi, the Celestial Emperor, was a tall middle-aged man, seated on the emperor's throne, calmly watching the opponent enter the Divine Palace:

"In one breath, seventeen True God weapons? It seems you've cultivated seventeen True Gods over thousands of years... Celestial Emperor, I've waited for you a long time."

The opposite Celestial Emperor, tall and imbued with natural elegance, moved casually like a refined scholar.

"You've been waiting for me?" the Celestial Emperor gently asked.

Zhu Qi, the Celestial Emperor, remained seated on the throne, leisurely pointing to the Star Monarchs outside:

"Do you know? Across the world's mighty figures of legend, I've only admired you. Living elegantly, unattached, you truly stand atop the Martial Path, a pure Martial Artist, untouchable by anyone. You seem more like one watching over the changing landscapes of the times."

Zhu Qi's voice was calm as if he had foreseen the opponent's arrival long ago. "Only a pure person like you is worthy of being called... Martial God."

"Just a Warrior, a mind solely on Martial Arts, only knows killing; people say the current Celestial Emperor, of great wisdom and talent, admires merely a Martial Artist."

The Celestial Emperor looked up, following the Witch Emperor's gaze, seeing the entirety of the Martial Path below through the rift in space.

Below, stars shone and the moon hung high.

Star Monarchs maintaining order across the lands, yet completely unaware of the Celestial Emperor's arrival.

"Who doesn't envy you?"

Zhu Qi, the Celestial Emperor, sighed and gently stepped down from his throne, looking at the world's people.

He declared with resounding words: "So-called schemes! Tricks! Worldly involvement! Our era's prodigious talents seem unmatched, suppressing an entire era in history, leaving a legacy! But how much dust has our hearts accumulated in the process? How many distractions? But ultimately, we are not you, and we have no choice but to act this way!"

"Martial involves killing! If it's insufficient for killing, one can only practice sidetracks, assist with conspiracies, entering into endless turmoil..."

He bowed deeply, "You are indeed the Martial God. The Martial Arts System, only you can see it through to the end, while I can no longer cultivate Martial Arts; my heart is conflicted, and this pure path of martial skill is vanishing. I must seek another route."

His eyes were filled with complexity and longing, imbued with a pure aspiration for Martial Arts.

Martial Path is like a pair of white shoes.

Always pure and untainted, a clean and straightforward technique, reaching the philosophical path, unaffected by the outside world.

Ignoring everything outside and focusing solely on pursuing Martial Paths.

Who wouldn't want to retreat into cultivation, solely in pursuit of Longevity? But harsh reality requires fighting for resources, and once you involve yourself in the world, tied to the joys and sorrows of the era, the heart becomes restless.

The Martial Path seems created solely for the Celestial Emperor.

"The monopoly of the era, losing innocence and passion, becoming mature, if Yang Tiansheng hadn't died back then, in at most five thousand years, he would have a mind like yours."

The Celestial Emperor turned his head, gazing afar at the Martial Path continent, and sighed: "So I don't want to..."

This is not decay but the transformation of life.

When you're an ant, you worry about ant lives. When you fully realize you're human, ants live only brief days in your lifespan, overlapping endlessly; would you be guilty of stepping on ants? Habit becomes ruthless indifference.

The human world lacks ant rights, focusing instead on human rights, guilt, and compassion, with respect existing only within the same level.

The leap in life transitions from being human to becoming a deity.

For deities, who shepherd life like wild grass, gods only concern themselves with gods.

"That's why I choose not to participate in the world,"

The Celestial Emperor crossed his hands behind his back, touching the sword hilt behind him, and sighed softly. "The cyclical nature of the ages cannot be changed. If you delve into the world, pouring emotions into each era's heroes, watching their births, aging, sickness, and death, it's merely inviting more troubles."

His aura gradually surged, firmly rooted to the land. That stature was like a Martial God standing towering on the vast earth.

The world suddenly fell silent.

Zhu Qi, the Celestial Emperor, could even hear his blood flowing.

Oppression, intensity, these gathered upon the Mortal man before him.

Even as the most powerful deity of the era, the God of Gods, standing against a mere Mortal preparing to swing his blade, there was a palpable dread.

"You're just a Martial Artist, with the sole weakness being your weapon." Then, Zhu Qi, the Celestial Emperor, clapped his hands, and over two hundred Low-Level True Gods appeared around.

Rumble!

It was truly like Celestial Soldiers and Celestial Generals.

"Even if it costs lives, ruin his weapon," Zhu Qi commanded. "Without the power of True God to protect, this mortal doesn't possess the Power of Godslaying!"

"He can't protect the weapon in his hand, as it protects this mortal! The weapons bear the brunt of True God's domains!"

"Break his weapon, no matter the cost!"

Rumble!

The battle exploded entirely.

Over two hundred Low-Level True Gods besieged a single Mortal, an absurd sight unfolding before their eyes.

Everyone knew that facing him directly wouldn't defeat the Celestial Emperor, but he wasn't without weaknesses; his realm was too low, hadn't broken through, relying solely on True God weapons.

And the Celestial Emperor's chance of victory without any doubt rested on only one point:

To kill all True Gods of the Divine Realm before all his weapons shattered.

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