The entire Martial Arts Great World was suddenly plunged into shock by countless people.
"There really is a world of ascension!"
"I actually saw a Martial Demigod pierce through the void and ascend in broad daylight!"
The elders of the major sects of the entire Martial Arts World gazed at the rift in the sky, both terrified and ecstatic.
They initially thought that the eight Martial Demigod ancestors were deceiving them, feeling suspicious, but unexpectedly, it was all true.
Over these eighteen hundred years, those who disappeared, the demigods, truly ascended.
Yet only those eight Martial Demigods knew.
It was all false.
They were also seeing for the first ti that one could ascend to another world.
That Martial Path Emperor, who amassed innurable techniques throughout his life, commanded the world during his reign, and indeed saw through parts of the truth of this continent.
"The Emperor has already stepped into the void, seeking that unknown enemy."
They already had shadows in their hearts.
The shadow before them grew even denser.
Unexpectedly, they attempted to manipulate destiny, using heaven and earth as a sand table, and all beings as chess pieces, yet were manipulated by higher-dinsional beings, becoming beasts in a cage?
...
Step.
One foot entered.
The Emperor's blood gushed, coughing up blood continuously.
This scarlet Divine Blood flowed clearly, as if it would not coagulate for millennia, a pool of red springs.
Upon closer inspection, various strands of power flowed within it, a dazzling interplay of countless powers, clashing, like a pond teeming with tens of thousands of small and large fish.
Coughing blood was a thod of blood exchange.
The mixed forces within clashed, expelled ninety-nine percent of the body's power through a bloodletting therapy, alleviating the chaotic forces inside, extending life to avoid exploding to death.
Of course, this thod addresses only the symptoms, not the root cause.
Yet even having lost ninety-nine percent of his power, his techniques were enough to subdue the entire era.
This was his martial art, the "Celestial Heart Technique."
Generally, practicing as many as seven or eight martial arts would an death by explosion of the body, unless one possessed exceptional talent, like an unparalleled genius.
Step step!
The Emperor opened his eyes, traversing the void, stepping into a wondrous world.
A jungle of steel.
Skyscrapers.
Strange iron boxes moved back and forth on the ground.
Small flying machines filled the sky, people dressed revealingly and stylishly, exposing large swathes of skin, an intriguingly mystical and highly developed civilized world.
"Is this the real world? Rather than a small space, like the small Martial Arts World I was in before."
"The world is truly marvelous, like a garden blossoming with stunning flowers, perhaps I shouldn't stay indoors for too long."
He focused his gaze, standing atop a skyscraper, feeling the breeze, watching the bustling streets below:
"Indeed, there is a vast world outside, but this is just a part, not the greatest manipulator."
He had long felt the strangeness of the Martial Arts Great World.
The Martial Arts Great World was divided into the era of the primordial beginning.
At that ti, the world was not yet ford, chaos enveloped the world.
Fragnts of space drifted, and ancient gods were born within them, spreading life, promoting the fusion of surrounding fragnts, which resulted in today's great world of eight continents.
Previously, he detected that space fragnts should have varied in speed.
But it seed that all the slower space fragnts were gone, truly strange.
It appeared that so mysterious presence was intentionally snatching them away during the era when the Creation Gods hadn't yet left the primordial age of small fragnts.
Leaving only the extrely fast space fragnts, allowing them to construct the Eight Desolates Martial Arts World of this millennium day.
"Their various sects, herding all beings."
"Little did they know, soone has long been herding us, and we are an even greater secret realm."
"The world's speed is extrely fast, deliberately so, drawing away fragnt after fragnt, trying to age us rapidly, to quickly iterate... herding the seeds of civilization, harvesting the fruits of civilization."
"And they concealed space, hid their origins, with incredibly astonishing ans."
"Were it not for my cultivation of thousands of martial arts, I might not have detected the slight discordance in space, a faintly fragnted mirror gap."
"Detecting that beyond this world, there still lies another world."
But even so, he searched everywhere for the discordant space gaps, spending a long ti to find a way through.
The Emperor was a person who wished to remain at peace with the world.
He could have dedicated himself to managing his martial arts civilization, studying martial arts, roaming the vast sea of martial arts alone, for his entire life.
But he disliked going out, which did not an he could allow others to manipulate him, toy with his life, view him as a pawn from above, making civilization the chessboard.
To rise to the pinnacle of an era, to start a new era, required pride within one's heart.
"So, let us see what this world outside is like."
He snorted coldly, "Let's see who is controlling my life."
The Emperor, gentle and refined throughout his life, seldom angry, considered himself a transient of the era, even didn't mind the manipulation of those eight gods, believing the era had its destiny to unfold.
His fate, the fate of all beings, was not a straight line.
But now, soone was ddling with his destiny.
"Great Transformation Celestial Eye."
He unleashed the Ultimate Technique, his eyes seed to transform into two whirlpools, reading the endless information in the air.
Endless electromagnetic waves, networks, remnants of lost souls, all kinds of information converging into chapters of history, forming images.
He saw the very first monts of the world's creation.
The Crystal Wall torn apart, strange blood and flesh grindstones flew in the sky, constructing the entire earth, rebooting all beings, trapping them in reincarnation.
Moreover, he saw the people on this land had lost their true nas, forgotten who they were, acting as puppets on the stage of history.
"This world is pitiful."
"It turns out, the Giant Divine General cos from outside this world."
Ultimately, he mumbled as he saw a scene.
The truth of the world was revealed, recognized as the last dream of an ancient presence, contorting this world, infecting all beings, constructing a stage for history.
Even the Emperor marveled at that existence, finding it inconceivable!
This was on another level of rebooting the world, and even the path from here was even more terrifying.
It seed that, before him, was rely rebooting all beings, reconstructing the land, but if more subtle, more powerful could it be? Rebooting the particles of heaven and earth, reversing, tracing back...
In a way, it was already a reversal of ti on a piece of land, this road perhaps pointed directly to the ultimate being, the Ti Ancient God.
Finally, he saw an image of a tall, majestic man arriving, standing quietly in the ruins, smashing through the stage of fate with several punches.
That fist had an irresistible montum and extrely beautiful posture.
The aura of that figure seed familiar, spanning the ages, an ancient being that returned after millennia, still unperished in the world.
He had once seen the inscription of this aura on the Stele of Martial Arts, it was the enlightennt of martial arts.
The Martial Arts Stele recorded that, in a distant era, that man carried the whole civilization into the chaotic distance, never to return, venturing towards a more vast Great Thousand World.
He opened his eyes, suddenly exclaid: "It's him, he has returned!"
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