Blood-colored Peak, Blood-colored Stele, they seed as illusory as what one saw with their own eyes, present yet ethereal, appearing close yet unknowably distant, or perhaps they never existed at all.
After so harbored this thought, they began to abandon their pursuit.
Yet others firmly believed that if they could see it, it must exist. Many had originally co to this space in search of opportunities, in search of treasures. Indeed, there were those who had gained benefits in this space, whether acquiring treasures or stumbling upon so-called opportunities.
Like Long ng, who in the desert discovered a demon beast harboring a Blood Pearl, which not only contained vast Fire Attribute Energy but also the intent of Fire Elent Martial Arts.
And Shi Feng, who discovered a blood fruit infused with Blood Power Energy, discovered ruins, an underground plaza, obtained fragnts of the Sacred Sword, Blood-colored Battle Armor, and even released a demon.
Elsewhere, danger and adventures, joys and separations, excitent and despair, death and rebirth were being played out in succession.
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His na was Yangg Xin, hailing from a small town family in the Heavenly Mist Empire—the Yangg Family. In the town, Yangg Xin had been hailed as a Martial Arts prodigy since childhood. At just eighteen years of age, he had already stepped into the Nine-star Martial Spirit Realm, a re step away from rising to the Martial King Realm, becoming the strongest martial artist in the town. All enemies of the Yangg Family, his enemies, had been eradicated by Yangg Xin’s formidable power.
Yangg Xin knew he could no longer grow stronger in the small town. Only the wider world outside, the more formidable experts, and opportunities, could make him stronger.
Thus, Yangg Xin left the town, ca to Frost City, and entered the Blood-colored Space. Now, looking up at the Blood-colored Peak, Blood-colored Stele, he ran resolutely. Yangg Xin, like many others, believed he was the protagonist of this world. Supre Techniques, Heavenly Earth Strange Treasures were surely waiting for him to co, choosing him as their master! "Definitely! It must be so!" he told himself as he clenched his fists. Suddenly, while passing through a forest, a Fourth-stage Blood Wolf pounced out of nowhere. Caught off guard, Yangg Xin’s neck was bitten through, and his body beca food for the Blood Wolf. Carrying his dreams and illusions, he remained forever in the Blood-colored Space.
A promising young talent from an unknown small town, Yangg Xin—fell.
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His na was Yez Qi, born into a commoner’s family. He once had a childhood sweetheart, a lover from a commoner’s family as well. But one year, he suffered betrayal from his lover. The reason was simple: the girl had fallen for a genius young martial artist nad Yangg Xin from the town. The girl longed for a strong man, yearned for a powerful mate!
When he received this news, Yez Qi was heartbroken as if his world had lost all color.
Yez Qi still rembered that day, the day that changed his destiny, the day he embarked on the path of Martial Arts.
A beggar was lying at his doorstep. Yez Qi, kind-hearted and with already scarce food at ho, still gave the beggar a bowl of rice. Later, the beggar told Yez Qi to find him on the back mountain at midnight. Yez Qi went there, only to discover that the beggar was actually a formidable Martial Artist and from that day forward, Yez Qi took the beggar as his ntor, who taught him Martial Arts and guided him onto the path of Martial Arts.
Thinking of all this, reflecting on his past, Yez Qi’s face was determined, his fists clenched tightly, looking at the distant Blood-colored Peak, Blood-colored Stele, reflecting on his past humiliation, thinking of the woman’s face as she resolutely left him, thinking of that town’s genius nad Yangg Xin.
Yez Qi whispered to himself, "I must get stronger! I will personally reclaim the humiliation I once faced, and make those who looked down on regret it."
Suddenly, with a cry of "Aiyo," Yez Qi, running, felt his body lighten unexpectedly and, before he could pay attention, fell into a bottomless pit. Soon after, from deep beneath the ground, there erupted a loud, excited, and joyous laughter from Yez Qi.
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His na was Shi Feng.
Shi Feng was still hurtling through the Void, chasing the seemingly ethereal Blood-colored Peak. Like others, he believed that if he could see this phenonon, it must surely exist.
Gradually, Shi Feng saw other Martial Artists erge from different directions onto the ground below him, and eventually, like him, they all either flew or ran swiftly in the sa direction.
Seeing these people, Shi Feng understood; not only he had seen that peak and stele but other Martial Artists from various places had as well. They were all converging and moving toward that location together.
"Brother, did you also see that Blood-colored Peak and are heading towards it?" At this mont, a young Martial Artist with an ordinary face flew up beside Shi Feng, asking.
Seven-star Martial Lord Realm!
This person was in the sa Martial Arts Realm as Shi Feng, perhaps feeling that Shi Feng was of the sa level, so out of the several dozens of people appearing out of nowhere, he approached Shi Feng specifically.
"That’s right!" Shi Feng nodded slightly and said.
"Ah! So it’s true!" The young man shook his head and sighed after hearing Shi Feng’s words, showing a hint of disappointnt.
Originally, he had been excited and joyful when he flew through the sky towards the far-off Blood-colored Peak, thinking he had been chosen by so Heavenly Earth Strange Treasure, calling to him. But now, he saw that more and more people were heading in that direction.
"Hello brother, my na is Cui Jian from Freedom Sect," the young man introduced himself to Shi Feng afterward.
"Freedom Sect?" Shi Feng was a bit surprised by the na of the sect.
Seeing Shi Feng’s expression, Cui Jian displayed a look of familiarity. Many people would be surprised upon hearing the words Freedom Sect, simply because Emperor Xiaoyao from Tianheng Continent was so famous.
"Heh heh!" Seeing Shi Feng’s reaction, Cui Jian chuckled lightly then continued speaking, "Actually, my brothers and I only recently established this sect. And yes, as you may have guessed, we chose the word ’Xiaoyao’ because our idol is indeed Emperor Xiaoyao."
Shi Feng appeared to understand and nodded, then he heard Cui Jian sighing, "Ah, which man doesn’t aspire to be like Emperor Xiaoyao? To live a carefree life, pursuing nothing but freedom his whole life with countless beautiful won by his side."
While speaking, Cui Jian’s face slowly revealed a look of longing and anticipation. Little did he know that the carefree man that he admired so much and pursued the essence of freedom had once been scolded until he was bathed in "blood," like a mischievous child, in front of this young man, who couldn’t even dare to lift his head.
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