The mont the words left his mouth, his form turned into a stream of light, soaring into the sky, charging straight towards the True Martial Gate above the heavens, moving at extre speed, fearing that if he were late, the gate would close.
"True Martial Realm, here I co!"
He was not the only one with this thought among the reclusive old masters!
The sudden appearance of the True Martial Gate was an irresistible temptation for any Grandmaster in the Inner Realm.
Entering the True Martial Realm ant a broader cultivation space, purer Primordial Qi... and more importantly, the opportunity to break through the shackles of this world, extend one’s lifespan, and strive for the legendary realm of the Martial Saint!
In the southern part of the Southern Domain, in a bustling city.
A ragged, filthy beggar was leaning against a corner wall, basking in the sun, holding half a piece of moldy bun in his hand.
At the mont the True Martial Gate appeared, he suddenly raised his head, and his muddy eyes instantly beca incredibly sharp, with no trace of dejection left.
The beggar laughed heartily, his bold laughter causing the surrounding houses to tremble slightly.
In the next mont, a dazzling golden light burst forth from his body, dispersing the filth around him, revealing a body dressed in a pristine white robe.
His figure transford into a golden light, soaring into the sky, heading straight for the True Martial Gate above the heavens.
Recognizing him, martial artists exclaid in shock, their faces full of astonishnt:
"It’s the Red Dust Divine Beggar, ranked seventh on the Celestial Rankings, said to enjoy roaming the world, pursuing the Path of the Red Dust Thousand Miles!"
"Who would have thought that he had been hiding all along in this bustling city!"
In the northern part of the Southern Domain, within a thriving temple.
A Lazily Daoist was lying on the crossbeam of the main hall, a straw in his mouth, enjoying a deep sleep.
The mont the True Martial Gate appeared, he suddenly opened his eyes, his figure flickered, and he disappeared from the temple, transforming into a stream of light, heading towards the True Martial Gate above the heavens.
"It’s the founder!" the temple’s Daoists all knelt on the ground, shouting aloud, "The founder has gone towards the heavens!"
In the central part of the Southern Domain, at the Great Zen Temple.
On the top of the tallest Thunder Sound Tower within the temple, a burly figure draped in a red kasaya was sitting cross-legged, it was the Mountain-moving Arhat.
This person was a Buddhist anomaly, cultivating the "Great Mount Suru Sutra," with a physique comparable to a Divine Weapon, capable of moving mountains and filling seas, securely ranked third on the Celestial Rankings!
Buddha’s light surrounded him, and with his hands forming seals, the lotus platform beneath him emitted a gentle golden light, with countless Buddhist chants swirling around him, suppressing the Great Demon within the Thunder Sound Tower.
When the aura of the True Martial Gate swept in, the Mountain-moving Arhat suddenly opened his eyes, and the Buddha’s light around him abruptly surged, enveloping the entire Great Zen Temple.
"Amitabha, the appearance of the True Martial Gate is a summons from the Great Dao."
He chanted the Buddha’s na aloud, his voice resonant as a great bell, echoing throughout the temple.
As soon as the words were spoken, without moving his body, the Buddha’s light around him condensed into a pair of enormous Buddha Hands, gently lifting him up as if he were a feather, drifting upward.
With the lotus platform following along, it transford into a brilliant Buddha light, heading straight for the heavens. As it passed, the clouds parted on their own, with countless birds and beasts kneeling in veneration!
In the southeast of the Southern Domain, beneath the endless deep sea at the Jianghai Crystal Palace.
This palace, carved out of millennia-old ice crystals, was emitting a deep blue light, surrounded by thousands of sea fishes, in a scene of tranquility.
Deep within the palace, the Sea-covering Saint was coiled on a massive coral throne, ditating with eyes closed.
His true form was a black python, now having successfully undergone Flood Dragon Transformation, stretching three thousand zhang in length, with scales as smooth as inky jade, exuding a faint Spirit Light.
The vast pressure from the True Martial Gate penetrated the deep sea, reaching the Crystal Palace instantly, causing the Sea-covering Saint to suddenly open his eyes, with a flash of joy and greed in his golden vertical pupils.
"Roar——!"
An ear-splitting dragon roar erupted from the Crystal Palace, instantly echoing throughout the entire deep sea, causing countless Sea Beasts to tremble at the sound.
With a flick of his body, the Sea-covering Saint broke through the do of the Crystal Palace, transforming into a stream of black light, carrying with him a sky full of water vapor as he dashed out of the sea.
Surrounded by towering waves, wherever he went, the sea water surged backward, forming a massive waterspout, charging straight towards the True Martial Gate above the heavens.
"The True Martial Realm! It must hold the way to break free of the shackles of a Flood Dragon body and achieve the form of a True Dragon!"
In the southwest of the Southern Domain, amidst the vast green mountains.
This stretch of endless green mountains was a Blessed Land of the Demon Race, where countless Demon Beasts resided.
Deep within the green mountains, within a stone mansion made of massive rocks, the Wind-Calling Saint was lazily lying on a stone bed. His true form was a demon-ford black bear, with a physique as towering as a mountain, his black bristles as hard as steel pins, and his massive paws capable of shattering mountains.
When the aura of the True Martial Gate arrived, the Wind-Calling Saint abruptly stood up, a sharp light flashing in his eyes. He laughed out loud, his voice rough as thunder:
"Hahahaha! Heaven helps !"
In the next mont, his body flickered, dashing out of the mansion, his true form instantly unfolding into a three-hundred-zhang tall black bear, stamping his feet so forcefully that the entire mountain trembled.
Behind him, a sky full of wild winds rose, carrying countless falling leaves and rocks, transforming into a black hurricane, soaring into the sky and speeding toward the True Martial Gate.
Along the way, peaks were swept by the hurricane and collapsed one after another, fully displaying its tyrannical "Wind-Calling" na.
In the northwest of the Southern Domain, on the peak of the Tianshan cloud top.
Here, the snow was perennial, the cold winds fierce, and ordinary people simply could not approach.
And standing arrogantly on the cliff at the highest point of the cloud top was the Cloud Saint.
His true form was a Dao-achieved golden eagle, with wingspans reaching a thousand zhang, and eyes as sharp as blades, able to perceive subtle movents a thousand miles away.
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