Breaking through the illusion of the mortal world

Chapter 82 Martial Intent Shocks the Heavens

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Zu's gaze returned to Po Jun.

The Martial Ancestor's voice trembled slightly, yet every word pierced the heart: "I have failed you all. All my disciples have perished, leaving only you to guard the eternity alone."

This is the eternal guilt that the Martial Ancestor has kept hidden for countless ages. His disciples all followed him in his conquest of the void, only to perish on the battlefield.

Only Po Jun remained, guarding the Zhenwu Gate and the flame of martial arts, enduring endless years.

Upon hearing this, Po Jun burst into tears. Gazing at the illusory figure of the Martial Ancestor, he uttered each word with unwavering resolve: "This disciple has no regrets! As long as Zhenwu exists, the martial path exists; this disciple will uphold Master's will to the very end!"

The illusory figure of the Martial Ancestor gazed at him, seemingly with a thousand words to say, but in the end, it only turned into a soft sigh, carrying a trace of reluctance.

He was originally just a remnant of divine consciousness, and his manifestation through the token and the power of the ancestral land was already the limit.

With a soft sigh, the golden light surrounding the illusory figure of the Martial Ancestor began to dissipate. He took one last look at Po Jun, one last look at the True Martial Hall, and one last look at the world he had protected.

The illusory image of the Martial Ancestor eventually transformed into a sky full of golden light, a portion of which merged into Po Jun's body, soothing his age-old wounds.

A portion of it was incorporated into the Martial Ancestor's Token.

The strange phenomena in the world slowly dissipated, but the Daoist charm originating from the Martial Ancestor was deeply imprinted on every inch of the Zhenwu Mountain Range.

"Master, Master..." Po Jun cried out anxiously as the illusory figure of the Martial Ancestor disappeared.

But there was no further response.

With tears still wet in his eyes, Po Jun gripped the Martial Ancestor's token tightly, probing it with his divine sense, trying to find the Martial Ancestor's aura again.

The token emitted light once more, revealing a complete martial arts legacy, including the Martial Ancestor's own insights, as well as a considerable amount of divine blood, immortal bones, and fragments of various rare materials and magical artifacts.

What the Martial Ancestor asked Lu Ming to bring back was not only the inheritance of martial arts, but also a wealth of resources.

After Po Jun received all the inheritance, the Martial Ancestor Token transformed into a stream of light and shot towards the brow of the Martial Ancestor statue in the hall!

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were created, resounded throughout the Zhenwu Mountain Range and even spread throughout the heavens and the earth!

The statue of the Martial Ancestor instantly erupted with dazzling divine light, golden light intertwined with primordial yellow, and a vast and mighty will, like the ruler of heaven and earth, suddenly awakened from the statue.

This will, centered on the Martial Ancestor Hall, transformed into an invisible ripple that instantly swept across the entire Zhenwu Mountain Range.

Without stopping, it broke through the clouds and spread towards the entire vast land of Kyushu, and even further to the four extremes and eight wastelands!

This is the original will of the Martial Ancestor, the source of the Dao of Martial Arts, which once again illuminates the martial arts of the world after a period of silence!

As this powerful will spread, mysterious gazes hidden in the heavens, secret realms, and ancestral lands quietly turned towards Zhenwu Mountain.

In Qingzhou Taoist Academy, a forbidden area of ​​the immortal sect hidden deep in the sea of ​​clouds, a simple figure stands within an ancient hall that floats above a star chart.

His fingertips moved, the star chart swirled, and his gaze pierced through the endless sea of ​​clouds and the void, looking towards the direction of Zhenwu Mountain, a look of surprise and doubt flashing in his eyes:

"The ancestral land of martial arts has suddenly experienced a surge in fortune... Is this the return of that being who has been silent for countless ages?"

The Palace of Separation and Hatred, located in the core forbidden area above the Thirty-Three Heavens, had a magnificent figure slowly turn around inside a palace.

His eyes were as deep as the abyss, his gaze piercing through the endless void and landing on the divine light of Zhenwu Mountain. He murmured softly, his voice carrying the vicissitudes of time: "Pan Yi... indeed, you have never fallen."

In the heart of the Demon Realm, at the ancestral court of all demons, deep within the Thunder Pool.

A humanoid figure slowly opened its eyes, as vast as the stars. It gazed towards the north of the Divine Continent and sighed silently.

In the endless wilderness, at the Barbarian God Temple, the High Priestess stood beneath a hundred-foot-tall statue of the Barbarian God, gazing blankly towards the direction of the Divine Land.

She lightly tapped her stone staff, causing the barbarian patterns on the ground to light up. Her eyes were filled with piety and awe as she muttered incantations that no one could understand. All that was known was that her gaze was directed toward the ancestral home of martial arts.

In the far western land of witches, at the Temple of the Witch God, a figure shrouded in mist stood before the Ancestral Witch Totem, gazing towards the direction of the Divine Continent and murmuring to himself: "The Daoist essence of the Martial Ancestor is returning, soon to come back. When will you return, My Lord Witch God?"

The most powerful beings in the world quietly turned their gaze toward Zhenwu Mountain.

Before the Martial Ancestor Hall, the dazzling divine light slowly subsided, and Po Jun and Gu Yingtian slowly rose to their feet.

Lu Ming stepped forward, bowed, and said in a steady and clear voice, though his voice was slightly weak due to his injuries: "Junior Lu Ming of the Dao Academy greets the two seniors."

"In this land of immortal ruins, I was fortunate enough to receive the compassion of the Martial Ancestor, who entrusted me with the task of delivering the Martial Ancestor's inheritance token to the True Martial Sect, thus fulfilling his request."

Gu Yingtian quickly stepped forward and helped Lu Ming up: "Young friend Lu, there's no need for such formalities! I am Gu Yingtian, the master of Zhenwu Sect. This is the Supreme Elder Po Jun."

"Young friend, you have returned with the legacy of the Martial Ancestor, and even invoked the divine will of the Martial Ancestor. This is a life-saving grace for my True Martial Sect and for the entire martial arts lineage under heaven!"

"Please tell me in detail about your experiences in the Immortal Relic Land and with the Martial Ancestor."

Po Jun suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, raised his hand, and sent a gentle martial intent into Lu Ming's body, slowly soothing the stinging pain in his meridians and stabilizing his weak breath.

His voice was slightly hoarse: "Good child, you've worked hard. Our master guards the void alone, and we, his descendants, are incompetent and unable to share his burden. If it weren't for you, our master's legacy would probably have been lost to the passage of time."

Lu Ming felt a warmth in his heart as he sensed the kindness in the other person's palm.

Po Jun sighed deeply, his tone full of emotion: "Unfortunately, we, the younger generation, are unworthy. As the ages pass, the martial arts tradition gradually declines."

"Among all the martial arts cultivators in the world today, only I have barely touched the threshold of the Reversal of Fate Realm. I am truly ashamed of my master's expectations."

"Now that we have the complete martial arts inheritance from our master, as well as the divine blood and resources of the Immortal Remnant Land, we finally have hope of defying fate and even becoming a saint! All of this is thanks to you, my friend."

Lu Ming quickly cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his expression sincere: "This junior dares not claim credit."

"In the land of immortal ruins, I was given a second chance by Senior Martial Ancestor. If it weren't for Senior's protection with the power of the Ancestral Realm, I would have already perished and vanished."

"Senior Martial Ancestor has single-handedly preserved the era for all living beings. This junior has only done what is his duty. It is an honor for this junior to be able to contribute my meager strength to Martial Ancestor and the martial arts lineage. I dare not take credit for it."

Gu Yingtian looked at Lu Ming with admiration and praise in his eyes: "Young friend, you are so young, yet you are calm, steady and loyal."

"But judging from your appearance, young friend, you seem to have been through a fierce battle and your injuries are quite severe."

"Tell us quickly, I want to see who dares to obstruct the return of the True Martial Sect's legacy!"