Chapter 630 - 404: Profound Yellow World, End of the Martial Dao

Chapter 630: Chapter 404: Profound Yellow World, End of the Martial Dao

What he learned were all Martial Arts. Some were related to his original Divine Techniques. For instance, the Cold Ice True Qi corresponded to the Ice Soul Divine Monarch, the Dragon-Slaying Palm to the Dragon-Catching Skill, the North Nether Skill to the Star Absorption Technique, the Stone-Throwing Hand to the Great Compassion Palm, and so on. He also mastered new Martial Arts, such as the Celestial Eagle Claw, the Soul-Breaking Saber, and the Vajra Finger.

In short, time flew by, and another hundred and fifty years passed.

Wang Yi inevitably bore the marks of time. Mentally exhausted, his demeanor had grown much more profound and reserved. Today, he finally arrived at the last mysterious world, triggering the sixty-fourth mysterious event.

"I merely used a Mysterious Scroll, yet I was forced to endure nearly two hundred years of torment. What use do I have for all these Martial Arts?" he thought, shaking his head. He felt he had learned too many. Once he left this mysterious world and returned to the Chaos Star Sea, these skills would pale in comparison to his own Divine Techniques.

"Forget it. I’ll just treat it as mental cultivation. Let’s see what this final mysterious opportunity entails!" Surprisingly, a sense of tranquil detachment washed over him.

The scenery around him shifted rapidly, generating a brand-new environment. Soon, Wang Yi found himself in what appeared to be the apocalypse. Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and streaks of lightning surged. Flaming meteorites plummeted continuously, causing the earth to tremble as if the world was on the verge of collapse. He spotted a modest mountain peak, standing like the final backbone of this world. Densely packed figures sat cross-legged upon it. Among them, some carried swords on their backs, while others wore bloodstained armor. There were white-haired elders and youths who still looked tender and inexperienced.

Among them were Wang Yi’s simulated relatives: his blond-bearded great-uncle, his aunt from the snowy mountain peak, his umbrella-selling cousin from the street corner, and many others. All those so-called relatives of his were on that mountain peak. They all gazed up at the sky in silence. Their eyes were resolute, carrying a mix of unwillingness, anger, and absolute determination.

Atop the summit, an old man with disheveled hair suddenly appeared. He looked up at the sky, blood weeping from his eyes, and abruptly threw his head back in roaring laughter. "I see it! The path forward for the Martial Dao!"

His voice seemed to possess a powerful magic that drowned out the rumbling thunder, causing everyone on the mountain to shudder.

"The path forward for the Martial Dao!"

"The pursuit of our generation!"

"If one hears the Dao in the morning, one can die content in the evening. We die without regrets!"

"The Martial Dao is immortal, and its legacy is unbroken. We die without regrets!"

"We are willing to follow the Grand Sect Leader!"

"Xuanhuang is immortal!"

"The Martial Dao is immortal!"

Accompanied by these oath-like roars, the people stood up one after another. Smiles graced their faces as they slowly raised their weapons. Impassioned and fearless, they faced death with unflinching resolve.

A white light emanated from the disheveled old man as he unleashed his will. Following that, brilliant light also began to radiate from the crowd. Eventually, everyone on the mountain lost their physical bodies. They all transformed into white light, which coalesced into a dazzling Light Saber.

"The end of the Martial Dao is not a tragedy. Take our legacy, take our civilization, and take the path forward that I have seen. Go! I believe that one day, the Martial Dao civilization will rise again in the starry sky, even more glorious than before!

"The Martial Dao is immortal! Xuanhuang is immortal! Follow me, and let us battle in the heavens!"

"We are willing to follow the Grand Sect Leader!"

"The Divine Soul is immortal! Battle in the heavens!"

"KILL!"

Their resolute voices echoed through the world as the Light Saber thrust explosively toward the heavens.

"ROAR!"

An agonized howl rang out from behind the thick dark clouds, as if some colossal entity had been wounded. Subsequently, amidst flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder, pitch-black spatial rifts tore open in the sky. From those void fissures, Starry Giant Beasts flew out one after another!

Upon seeing those giant beasts, a sudden realization dawned on Wang Yi.

"By the Tathagata, so that’s how it is," he thought. "They are fighting the Starry Giant Beasts, using the Martial Dao to resist? Is this a Divine Country? That old man with bleeding eyes, is he the legendary Martial Saint Grandmaster? Xuanhuang is immortal? The Martial Dao is immortal? Could it be that this place is... the Profound Yellow Divine Country?"

A spark of inspiration exploded in his mind. His nearly two hundred years of cultivation and various Martial Arts Masteries felt like seeds taking root and sprouting within his body at this very moment.

Suddenly, the Light Saber descended from the sky and landed in front of Wang Yi, transforming back into the disheveled old man.

He scrutinized Wang Yi. "I am the master of the Profound Yellow World. People call me the Martial Saint Grandmaster!"

"I guessed as much," Wang Yi nodded.

"Our Martial Dao struggles to contend with the mighty Starry Giant Beasts. All of us will die in battle today, and this world will also be destroyed!" The old man’s voice carried a sense of desolation, but suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his tone rose. "However, I have seen the path forward for the Martial Dao! The path forward lies in the Divine Soul. As long as the Divine Soul is immortal, the Martial Dao will not be severed. We will resurrect in some future world and continue our Martial Dao!"

Wang Yi remained silent, his mind racing. He guessed that his original destination, the Profound Yellow Divine Country, had likely once been a place where the Martial Dao flourished. That must have been an incredibly long time ago.

"You will be the inheritor and the witness," the old man continued. "Our Xuanhuang Martial Dao begins with Blood Circulation. After that, one opens the Dantian, condenses True Qi, projects True Qi outward, manifests the Realm, returns to the Innate state, and then engages in Refining Qi into Gang to cultivate the True Gang Dharma Body!

"This True Gang Realm is the current peak of the Xuanhuang Martial Dao, but it is not the end. Beyond it lies the Divinity Realm. In the Divinity Realm, one cultivates the Divine Soul to break free from the shackles of the physical body and battle the Starry Giant Beasts!"

At this point, the old man reached out and tapped Wang Yi’s forehead. "I pass my Divine Soul comprehensions onto you. As the future of the Martial Dao, you must survive!"

Countless pieces of information exploded in Wang Yi’s mind, forming a complete cultivation system. Before he could study it in detail, the old man turned and struck him with a palm, sending him hurtling into the void.

"Ding! Congratulations on obtaining the Martial Dao legacy of the Profound Yellow God King, master of the Profound Yellow Divine Country. The mysterious event has concluded, and you are about to return to your original world!"

As the system prompt chimed, Wang Yi knew his nearly two-hundred-year tedious journey was coming to an end. Yet, for some reason, he felt a twinge of reluctance.

Looking ahead into the blurring scenery, he saw the Martial Saint Grandmaster laugh heartily before turning back to charge into the heavens once more. His receding figure was resolute. Surrounded by a multitude of Martial Cultivators, they rode into battle together, only to shatter and dissipate alongside the world!

Wang Yi knew that if such a world truly existed, the scene he had just witnessed was its final moment before destruction—the day all Martial Cultivators died in battle! But the Martial Dao had not been severed; someone would inherit it. He was one of the inheritors, and surely other players would inherit it as well.

"I understand now!" Wang Yi suddenly slammed his fist into his palm. "Could it be that the so-called God Kings in the Fifth Dimension, who claim to follow the Cultivation Law, are actually practicing the Martial Dao? Did they learn Martial Arts from the ruins of the Profound Yellow Divine Country?"