Chapter 95

(Second update, please give recommendations and new readers, please follow.)

The Blood Shackles Mountain is sacred, its body as clear as a crystal jade.

A stone door is embedded in the mountain, with the marks of weapons and the origin of the Dragon Subduing Palm inscribed on it.

The last ten feet!

Qi Su, the senior disciple from Luoxia Sect in Shiyan Prefecture and a prospective Dragon Guard from Hulong Manor in Zhushan County, was now sweating on his forehead. With ten feet to go, his steps were heavy, as if a great mountain were pressing down on his back.

Nine feet, seven feet, four feet, two feet, one foot!

Buzz!

Stepping over the last foot, Qi Su felt a sudden lightness, and was swallowed by the distorted air in front of the stone door, disappearing from sight.

He’s in!

This move stirred many martial arts experts. Some had already scouted ahead and had a good grasp of the situation, especially those from the various sects and families in Shiyan Prefecture. Qi Su, the senior disciple of Luoxia Sect, had gained a small reputation in the past two to three years. Many people, even if they had never met him, had heard of him. Seeing him enter the Primordial Spirit World smoothly, many gained confidence.

However, the four people from the Dragon Tiger List, such as Zhanlong Shi Wusheng, Qiantian Yijian Qing Qian, the drunken monk Mingjue, and the poor scholar Luoshuang, showed no intention of moving. They were very calm and took everything in stride.

Such a state of mind even made Su Qinian a bit surprised. If it weren’t for the need to find the trace of the Chi Dragon Carriage, he would find it hard to remain unmoved, given that this was an ancient legacy that could rival a generation of demon emperors.

The four people from the Dragon Tiger List remained still, but others couldn’t hold back.

"Season Pavilion's Jichun, Jixia, Jiyou, and Jidong, greet all the senior martial arts experts and fellow practitioners!"

Four young men stepped out together. At first glance, they all had the same face, clearly a rare set of quadruplets.

However, no one found it hard to distinguish them. Although they were dressed identically, their auras were completely different: one was like a gentle spring breeze, one like a scorching summer, one like a refreshing autumn wind, and one like a fierce winter snowstorm.

"The current generation of the Season Pavilion is extraordinarily lucky. These quadruplets share a telepathic connection and have each inherited one of the four paths of the Season Pavilion’s main martial art, the Four Seasons Sword. At just nineteen years old, they have all reached the Foundation Establishment stage."

"The Four Seasons Sword is only a second-rate upper-level martial art, but in the hands of these quadruplets, once the four swords are combined, they can form a cycle of the four seasons, transcending even first-rate martial arts. It’s truly formidable."

Many elders from sects in Shiyan Prefecture sighed. Among the many second-rate sects, only the Season Pavilion had the potential to transcend to the first-rate level in this generation. With these quadruplets, they might even be able to truly combine the Four Seasons Sword into a single art, the Cycle of the Seasons Sword. When that happens, it will surely have a place among the top martial arts in the entire martial arts world.

At this moment, the four brothers walked towards the stone door, advancing together.

They quickly crossed eight of the ten feet, which made many martial arts experts feel a chill. Even with their dantian and qi sea sealed, they could only use their physical strength, but the four brothers, sharing a telepathic connection, could even subtly harmonize their physical strength. Thus, the first eight feet were almost like walking on flat ground.

The ninth and tenth feet were much more difficult, but the four brothers only had a slight sweat on their noses as they successfully crossed them and entered the stone door.

"I am Liu Qing, a wandering martial artist. I greet all of you!"

A middle-aged martial artist, around thirty years old, leaped out and crossed several feet, landing at the ten-foot boundary in front of the stone door.

Some elders from sects and families frowned but did not stop him. At just six feet, the middle-aged martial artist’s legs trembled, barely making it to seven feet. In an instant, he was struck as if by lightning, flying out and coughing up blood, clearly suffering internal injuries.

"Overestimating your abilities!"

A young man from a sect sneered, causing many wandering martial artists to glare, but they soon became dejected. As wandering cultivators, they lacked proper lineage and guidance, stumbling along. Liu Qing, already a notable figure among wandering cultivators in Shiyan Prefecture, had the potential to reach the Foundation Establishment stage, but he couldn’t even cross seven feet. The gap made many wandering cultivators feel deeply powerless.

After that, young disciples from sects like the Bi Luo Sword Sect and the Heavenly Frost Valley also tried. The disciples of these two first-rate sects varied in ability. Out of five, three stopped at nine feet, with one from each sect entering.

By this point, eight people had entered the Primordial Spirit World through the stone door.

Zhanlong Shi Wusheng and the other three still did not move. At this moment, Qiantian Yijian’s gaze fell on Su Qinian nearby.

"Junior Brother Su, the path ahead is fraught with danger. You bear the heavy responsibility of continuing the Qingyang Peak lineage of Wudang. Don’t take unnecessary risks. Come to your senior brother now, and consider it a training experience to broaden your horizons."

This statement drew the attention of many martial arts experts. Su Qinian felt a chill, sensing the focus of many eyes. Even without anyone deliberately releasing their cultivation aura, the mental pressure was significant.

Su Qinian’s heart turned cold. Qiantian Yijian’s words were grand, but he couldn’t expose him on the spot. Just as he was about to speak, an invisible wave spread out, and the stone door at the foot of Blood Shackles Mountain trembled, drawing everyone’s attention.

The distorted air in front of the stone door suddenly shrank to about ten feet high. It was clear that there was a limit to the number of people who could enter the Primordial Spirit World.

"Min Family of the Nine Extremes Fist, I humbly request the next slot."

"Min Brother, your family is large and prosperous. Please let the next slot go to our Four Symbols Dao."

"Both of you are joking. Our Bagua Sect has always been known for our sword and palm techniques. We humbly request a favor from the two sects."

In a moment, three elders from three first-rate sects and families stepped out, all well-known figures in Shiyan Prefecture, not just third-rate, but second-rate experts who had opened the door to immortality.

The change in the stone door made the first-rate sects and families unable to hold back. A top-tier legacy was crucial for these first-rate sects and families, serving as a cornerstone for their strength.

A true legacy means cultivation and the pursuit of the Dao, and the legacy is the transmission. Only the top-tier martial arts that directly point to the path of becoming a Primordial Spirit can be called a true legacy.

Everyone in the martial arts world understands that the gap between first-rate forces and top-tier sects and families is the lack of true legacy martial arts and a top-tier Primordial Spirit figure to stabilize the region. Among these, a true legacy martial art is the most important, crucial for the continuation and prosperity of a sect.

At this moment, the air at the foot of Blood Shackles Mountain was stagnant, and the atmosphere became somewhat delicate.

"You don’t need to argue. This slot belongs to our hall."

Suddenly, a slightly cold and indifferent voice rang out, accompanied by a long, dragon-like roar that echoed over the mountain.

Then, a heavy and authoritative aura rose from the east, and a red beam of light, like a dragon, crossed the void, appearing above everyone’s heads in an instant.

A carriage, entirely red like jade, with a body as clear as flame crystal, was pulled by a fierce beast with a dragon’s head but no horns, a body like a lion, and covered in cold red scales. Its powerful limbs ended in four large dragon claws, each with three toes, sharp as knives and swords, gleaming with cold light.

This strange beast pulled the carriage, stepping through the void without any sign of exhaustion. Many martial artists at the foot of Blood Shackles Mountain had never seen such a carriage, and they were all stunned.

The Fire Jade Carriage, the Chi Dragon Beast!

Su Qinian looked at the Chi Dragon Beast’s back and indeed saw a familiar, graceful figure standing tall, unmoving despite the howling wind.

"Bold move!"

Seeing the Chi Dragon Carriage about to pass overhead, the three elders of the Four Symbols Dao roared in unison, their hands reaching out almost simultaneously, striking through the air.

Three palm forces, though just the common Air-Splitting Palm, were formidable. As second-rate experts, they had gathered the power of dragons and tigers, glimpsing immortality. Their inner energy was so powerful that just a movement of their energy caused the air to ripple like waves. The palm forces tore through the air, as if three giants had risen from the ground, reaching for the Chi Dragon Carriage.

A timeless scene was etched into the hearts of every martial artist in the next instant.

(Second update, please give recommendations and new readers, please follow. This chapter was supposed to be a high point, but it only got started. Necessary groundwork must be laid, and the grand world background will be gradually revealed. Various situations, real and imagined, will be logically and realistically presented. To be honest, writing the last sentence felt like choking on water. Well, I’ll continue writing. In the next chapter, our protagonist will officially step into the martial arts world of Shiyan Prefecture. Rest assured, there will be an explosion when the book is released.)