In this fleeting instant.
Lin Fan's mind was flooded with thoughts, slightly chaotic. This was the most disorganized he had felt since becoming an Immortal Emperor—so excitent, so anticipation.
Zhou Qiang stood obediently at the side, not saying a word, silently waiting.
He didn't know what the Martial Ancestor was thinking.
But his heart felt at peace. After arriving in an unfamiliar place and being suppressed by unknown and powerful enemies, the threat to his life had left him restless. Now that the Martial Ancestor stood before him, what was there left to fear?
"How has the Martial Arts path I left in the Cultivation Realm developed?" Lin Fan asked.
Zhou Qiang replied, "The Martial Ancestor established the Martial Arts Stele, granting the living beings of the world a chance to cultivate. Before I ca to this unfamiliar world, Martial Arts had already beco the foremost legacy of the Cultivation Realm. Even the forr cultivators could no longer compare to us."
"Over the centuries, countless brilliant and unparalleled Martial Artists have erged. With absolute strength, they've defended Martial Arts' position within the Cultivation Realm. Martial Arts now stands as one of four dominant forces, alongside the Immortal Sect, Demon Path, and Demon Path. The Demon Path, however, has already declined over the past centuries. Within the Cultivation Realm, Martial Arts now occupies one-third of the land and remains far ahead of the others."
"All of this is thanks to you, Martial Ancestor. Countless mortals without Spirit Roots have taken the path of cultivation through your Martial Arts Stele."
"Within the Cultivation Realm, you, the Martial Ancestor, have already beco a god in everyone's hearts. Tens of thousands of Martial Ancestor statues exist to be worshiped by the people."
Zhou Qiang described the state of the Cultivation Realm, though he refrained from speaking of the darker aspects—such as the betrayals and atrocities committed by so, who, as Martial Arts grew, had forgotten their original intentions when embarking on this path.
Lin Fan was in a delightful mood.
Even as soone who had reached the Immortal Emperor Realm, he still enjoyed hearing flattery—it felt fantastic.
What he hadn't expected was that the Martial Arts inheritance he casually passed down would have developed to such a degree.
Now, he understood.
The reason why he had been ambushed by those Immortal Emperors in the Immortal Realm, accused of practicing a Forbidden System—it was all because they feared the rapid rise of Martial Arts, threatening to overshadow the Immortal Path.
Take the Case of the Cultivation Realm.
The Immortal Sect had developed over an incalculable span of ti, yet Martial Arts had grown to such heights in rely a few centuries. It was truly shocking.
The potential was imnse.
It was like activating cheats.
"I see." Lin Fan appeared calm, though inwardly, his emotions were anything but. To think it had already developed to this extent—it seed he had done a fine job as Martial Ancestor.
Zhou Qiang asked, "Martial Ancestor, what should we do now?"
Having encountered the Martial Ancestor, he naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip. Like a loyal follower, he intended to stay by Lin Fan's side—not for any ulterior motives, but simply to follow the Martial Ancestor's lead.
After a mont of contemplation, Lin Fan said slowly, "Since things are as they are, I will establish the Martial Arts System within the Immortal Realm, spreading its branches and leaves, and pushing Martial Arts to the summit."
Hearing this, Zhou Qiang was overjoyed. He imdiately dropped to his knees and bowed deeply. "Disciple Zhou Qiang is willing to devote his modest strength to the Martial Arts path."
The Martial Ancestor's plan to establish the Martial Arts System in the Immortal Realm—this was tantamount to founding a sect, a monuntal event. From now on, all Martial Artists would have a foundation and a pillar to rely on, far better than wandering alone.
Even if bullied by the strong, they would have no fear.
They could boldly proclaim to their oppressor, "We are disciples of the Martial Ancestor—do you dare harm us?"
The re thought of this filled him with excitent, almost making him want to jump for joy.
Lin Fan said, "Do you know that Martial Arts is considered a Forbidden System in the Immortal Realm? Experts across all factions wish to eliminate it. Are you not afraid?"
"Disciple is not afraid. Even if it costs my life for Martial Arts, I will have no regrets," Zhou Qiang replied firmly. At this point, there was no turning back.
Having finally found the Martial Ancestor, he had no intention of abandoning him. To do anything else would invite ridicule, branding him a fool unworthy of his legacy.
As for Lin Fan, his thoughts were simple right now.
Having attained the Immortal Emperor Realm, his confidence was unshakable.
No need for excessive words.
Even if surrounded by Immortal Emperors, he felt no fear. Of course, whether or not the legendary Immortal Venerable might appear was uncertain—but after so thought, the possibility seed slim. Such a being might not even exist, so what was there to fear?
With this realization.
He flicked his sleeves and vanished with Zhou Qiang in tow.
To establish a sect, he would need to find the perfect location.
Several days later.
A mountain range caught Lin Fan's attention. Ordinary, unremarkable, with no special features—but the location was excellent. He decided on it.
Hovering high in the air, Lin Fan stood with Zhou Qiang obediently following behind.
Now and then, Zhou Qiang stole a glance at the Martial Ancestor.
Truly awe-inspiring.
Far superior to the statues left behind in the Cultivation Realm, countless tis more majestic. A radiant aura enveloped his heart. As he cultivated Martial Arts in the Cultivation Realm, Zhou Qiang often envisioned what the Martial Ancestor might look like, and now that he saw him, he found himself utterly captivated.
"This place may seem ordinary, but emperors can transform it into a Sacred Land," Lin Fan proclaid proudly. Then, with a wave of his hand, the mountains trembled, suddenly rising into the air. Imdiately after, his robes fluttered without a breeze, as invisible blades swept through the range, carving and shaping them.
From the depths of the earth, Spirit Veins were pulled from all directions.
Condensing at this location.
It beca a place blessed by nature, brimming with immortal energy—a land of serene beauty. Martial Artists didn't require such things, but to Lin Fan, if he were to do sothing, he would do it to perfection.
"Erge, Emperor Manifestation!"
Upon the ascension to the Immortal Emperor Realm, a person could respond to others calling their na, their divine sense spanning millions of miles. And now, Lin Fan's actions were a declaration—to tell everyone that he, Lin Fan, was founding a Martial Arts Sacred Land here.
To Zhou Qiang, an overwhelming sense of majesty erupted from the Martial Ancestor.
A power beyond imagination seed to blanket the heavens and earth.
In Zhou Qiang's eyes.
A towering silhouette erged from the Martial Ancestor, reflecting across every corner of the sky and earth. This was sothing only an Immortal Emperor could achieve—those who hadn't reached this realm would find it utterly impossible.
At this mont.
The Immortal Emperors of all the major powers in the Immortal Realm felt this aura almost instantly.
Soon after.
A mighty voice resonated across every corner of the Immortal Realm.
Though exaggerated, it echoed across millions of miles.
"Today, I, Lin Fan, in the na of the Martial Ancestor, establish the Martial Arts Sacred Land—faith of all Martial Artists. Those who are unconvinced may co forth and challenge ."
The vast silhouette appeared in various locations.
Countless Immortals stared in stunned silence at that majestic figure.
In their eyes, it was boundless, towering, an invincible presence that could not be crossed—leaving them without even a sliver of resistance.
So prodigies who recognized Lin Fan looked blankly at the figure in the void. Truth be told, they didn't know what to say—it simply felt like life had changed too fast.
Once, they could still hurl insults at one another, spitting, "Villain, prepare to die!"
But now.
The disparity between them had widened to an unfathomable extent, leaving them dumbfounded and speechless.
Only a profound sense of inferiority remained.
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