Capítulo 985: Chapter 565: Tao Tribulation, The Road Ahead_5
Zheng Chu has laid out a plan here, even intending to use the Erosion Sun Rain, but what is his real intention?
Countless thoughts churned in his mind, but ultimately, they only turned into a sigh.
The road ahead of him remained shrouded in thick fog.
For a long while, only then did he turn around and leave.
The future matters are beyond his current reach; for now, he has more urgent matters to attend to.
He returned to the Martial Pavilion.
The Martial Pavilion Ancestral Land now struggled to regain its forr glory.
Among the Great Realm, the Martial Artists passing by had lost their previous flamboyance and pride, replaced by the perseverance won from trials and an unshakable fatigue.
The starry sky was no longer filled with pure, fiery Qi and Blood; it was mixed with various Law Qi chanisms, extrely complex.
After Yan Feng beca the Martial Ancestor, he issued his first decree.
Renaming the Martial Pavilion to Martial Hall, abandoning everything from the past, and starting anew.
Immortal Martial Arts has paused in conflict, but the struggle of Tao remains far from settled.
This temporary peace is nothing but the calm before the storm.
The current situation has actually deteriorated to the extre.
Until this mont, combining the second-fold Immortal Martial, they have already lost forty percent of their Heavenly Fate, dissipated into the vast Universe.
And this dissipated Heavenly Fate has already cultivated eight new Ancient Ancestors in the Myriad Heavens and Realms!
These eight new Ancestors, perhaps individually no match for the second-fold Immortal Martial, yet in overall strength, they clearly surpass the current Second-fold Immortal Martial.
What’s more, the previous Second-fold Immortal Martial had pressed them step by step, nearly forcing these Taoist Orthodoxy into desperation.
Such pent-up extre resentnt and fear, once supported by power, when released, will result in extre retaliation.
New and old grievances intertwined, causing these newly risen Taoist Orthodoxies and Ancestral Realm powerhouses to harbor undisguised hostility and killing intent towards the second-fold Immortal Martial.
The mountain rain is coming, and the tower is full of wind.
A great battle is about to break out.
Faced with such a perilous situation, Yan Feng knew well that the Martial Path couldn’t simply rely on the remaining Heavenly Fate and passively defend.
He needed a Supre Treasure capable of consolidating the great montum of the Martial Path and Heavenly Fate, and also needed a Warrior to stabilize the Qi Fortune.
With the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit asleep and Heavenly Fate in disarray, a powerful Ancestor Weapon might serve as the stabilizer.
After much deliberation, Yan Feng began to take action, forging an Ancestor Weapon.
This idea had lingered in his mind for a long ti.
The Emperor Palace was ultimately his master’s Warrior; he was rely holding it in custody. Moreover, from Zheng Chu’s previous words, soone might co to retrieve it in the future, clearly related to so future arrangents.
The Emperor Palace did not belong to him.
He needed a Warrior that belonged to the Martial Path, belonging to himself.
He ventured deep into the Martial Pavilion, entering a blood-red Star.
Within the Star Core, blood flas blazed fiercely.
This place was not ordinary; it was a sea of Law Flas, where the Martial sages had gathered Ancestor Blood from the Stars of All Heavens, mixing countless precious Divine Gold Veins.
The blood-colored flas roared and writhed like living creatures, the temperature high enough to instantly vaporize common Divine Iron, with ti and space being scorched and distorted, emitting sizzling sounds.
Yan Feng stood shirtless, fine beads of sweat seeping from his skin, only to be instantly evaporated.
He stood at the core of the furnace, with his Qi and Blood resonating with the Martial Arts Heavenly Fortune, forming an invisible giant hamr.
He did not ask anyone for help, deciding to forge it himself, not only for alignnt but also to completely infuse his Martial Intent and his great montum into this future Warrior.
He took out the Martial Pavilion’s long-accumulated foundation.
Ten Thousand Refining Star Iron, Immortal Divine Gold, Original Essence Blood from the Ancestral Realm of various clans, and so Divine Marrow previously excavated from the Giant God Clan’s ancestral tomb.
He cast these rare Divine Materials into the Stars, using his own Qi and Blood as fire and Martial Intent as the hamr, beginning the long forging process.
Clang—
The heavy striking sound was not from physical collision but the resonance of Laws and Martial Intent. Each ti it sounded, it caused the whole Starry Sky to tremble slightly, triggering celestial changes and the creation and annihilation of nebulae.
Yan Feng’s mind was completely imrsed, infusing all his insights and foundations into the ever-changing, gradually condensing glow within the Law Flas.
Long ti later, the glow within the Star Furnace abruptly converged, all anomalies subdued, and a Warrior slowly erged.
It was a pale gold long staff.
The staff was covered with naturally ford war patterns resembling veins, which were not static but flowed slowly, brimming with boundless vitality and majestic battle intent.
It had no dazzling divine light, but exuded an extre sense of power and a chilling ferocity.
Yan Feng extended his hand and grasped the long staff.
Buzz—
The staff felt slightly heavy upon contact, instantly resonating with his Qi and Blood, emitting a jubilant hum.
The blood-red war patterns abruptly lit up, coming to life, and soaring battle intent along with the indomitable Martial Path montum surged skyward, dispersing the dark clouds that had accumulated over the Martial Path.
“From now on, you shall be nad ‘Tao Tribulation’.”
Yan Feng murmured, bestowing it a na.
Tao is the Martial Path, Tribulation is this world’s calamity, and also the weapon to break through tribulations.
He intended to use this staff, to carve a path of life for the Martial Path in this doomsday massacre.
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The semblance of peace in the Great Universe did not last long.
After the Immortal Martial alliance, after barely over ten thousand years of peace, long-simring conflicts once again erupted fully.
The Myriad Heavens and Realms, eight Ancient Ancestors, along with many forrly oppressed Taoist Orthodoxies, ford a loose alliance, launching a full-scale Dao struggle against the second-fold Immortal Martial.
The resplendent Star Sea was ignited once more, and warfare spread to every corner of the Great Universe at a speed far exceeding that of the internal war of the Immortal Martial.
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