I, the primordial ancestor, started out as a useless cult and a useless saint.

Chapter 149 The Death of "Martial Arts", The Half-Finished Secret of the Character "Patient"

The two Western Saints couldn't sit still any longer. They were eager to find someone to face the tribulation and quickly do so, so that they could rest easy then.

In contrast, the two Western Saints, Taiqing and Yuanshi, chuckled upon seeing this, almost causing Taiqing and Yuanshi to lose their temper and prepare to teach the two Western Saints a lesson.

All that was heard was Hongjun saying:

"The secrets of heaven are hidden and cannot be calculated; you can only figure it out yourselves."

Damn it.

The Sage of Taiqing and the Primordial Heavenly Venerable had long since cursed Ye Yang to the core.

"Teacher, may I ask, after the Lich Wars, what next great calamity should follow?"

"Not yet."

This greatly worried the saints. They knew nothing when asked, so what use was this teacher? But they dared not speak out.

"Alright, calm down, there is a solution."

Upon hearing this, the saints immediately perked up:

"I hope you can give me some guidance, teacher."

All that was heard was Hongjun saying:

"Do the saints remember the method of severing the three corpses?"

Forehead.

Before the saints could react, Hongjun's figure began to slowly dissipate.

"Alright, you may all disperse and reflect upon this."

As they spoke, Zixiao Palace vanished into the chaos, leaving all the saints of the heavens bewildered.

"What do you mean by that, teacher?"

"The method of severing the three corpses? Does that mean we have to sever them again?"

"wrong."

Suddenly, the Sage of Taiqing realized:

"What the teacher means is that we are looking for a scapegoat."

Although shocked, the saints had an idea.

"In that case, let's disperse. I suppose we won't be able to calculate anything for some time."

"That's right. Now that the Ancestor of Humanity has disappeared, we are unable to find him. The best course of action is to deal with our own affairs. Alas, this damned calamity."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Sage Taiqing disappeared. He had something on his mind and slowly looked in the direction of the former Heavenly Court. The Sage Taiqing fell into deep thought.

The other saints also shook their heads and left. They had thought they could make a fortune after the Lich War, but now they realized that it was far from that.

Time flies in the primordial world, and a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. After the saints of the heavens returned to their places, they began to reflect on what Hongjun had said. They slowly began to come up with countermeasures, but the Ancestor of Humanity hated them to the bone.

Deep within the chaos, Ye Yang was still deducing the secret of the character "者". Although he knew in his heart that it was fictional, this was, after all, the primordial world. What if it really worked?

The Tongtian Sect Leader was also sitting cross-legged around Ye Yang, enveloped by the Daoist aura of the Origin Dao, and he had gained profound insights.

The primordial world has fallen into a rare period of tranquility, and all living beings have been able to thrive. Now, the human race's fortune has entered the primordial world, making them the protagonists of heaven and earth. The development of the human race is indeed terrifying.

Near the North Sea, amidst the ice and snow, a hunched old man dressed in animal skins and carrying a cane continued to walk slowly.

Barefoot, with a head of white hair and a beard that fluttered more than a foot long in the cold wind, he looked old and frail, as if he might collapse at any moment.

"Cough cough cough"

He coughed hard and came to a hillside. He slowly looked to the other side, where humans also lived, braving the cold winds in this icy land for who knows how many years.

"Ahem, this is the last tribe. If I can complete my mission, then I will have fulfilled my duty. Ahem."

Indeed, this person is Ye Yang's disciple, a martial artist of the human race. In just a few hundred years, he should have been as white as dust by now, but he has stubbornly survived thanks to his astonishing will in martial arts.

At the same time, his obsession remained, and he continued to spread the martial arts of the human race. Although his body was decaying and he could no longer move, and although his soul had dissipated and only a faint ember remained, this undying flame persisted.

For hundreds of years, Wu traveled all over the prehistoric world. Wherever there were humans, Wu had been. But he still felt that something was missing in his heart, knowing that his mission was not yet complete.

When Wu saw the tribe before him, he understood that this was his final mission.

He took a step forward, but instead of piercing Wu's bare feet, he crushed the ice spikes under his foot.

Time passed slowly, and in just ten years, Wu completed his final missionary work here.

"Master, your disciple has finally dedicated his life to passing on the martial arts of the human race. Today, I have finally completed my mission. Your disciple has not failed your expectations, and your disciple has not failed the expectations of the human race."

Amidst the biting wind and swirling snowflakes, a solitary figure walked into the blizzard, as if at that moment he had been freed from all burdens, as if the weight on his shoulders had finally been lifted, leaving him feeling incredibly relaxed.

Feeling his life force rapidly draining away, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and sat down cross-legged, facing the endless blizzard. His martial aura suddenly surged.

"I am a warrior of the human race—".

A roar pierced through the endless blizzard, seemingly echoing in the hearts of the entire human race. For a moment, everyone was stunned, as if something was missing from their hearts.

Then, Wu smiled and slowly closed his eyes, before disappearing into the endless snowstorm.

"Boom!"

In an instant, deep within the chaos, Ye Yang's body suddenly erupted.

"Hmm? Has enlightenment been completed?"

The Tongtian Sect Leader opened his eyes, but the next moment he saw Ye Yang suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Ancestor of Humanity, how... how are you?"

Cough

Ye Yang opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Alas, it is fate and destiny. It seems that the time for the Nine Secrets of the Human Race to emerge has not yet come."

"What on earth is going on?"

The Tongtian Sect Leader was anxious. Ye Yang had woken up, and the Daoist aura of the Origin Dao had dissipated. But he couldn't care less about that now.

Ye Yang said:

"Human martial arts have reached perfection, and the goal of everyone practicing martial arts has finally been achieved."

Feeling the suppressed human race's fortune like a vast starry sky, Ye Yang smiled slightly. The human race's fortune had been strengthened, and the martial arts imprint on the Human Ancestor Seal also appeared at this moment.

"Cough cough, finally I can use the true martial arts, finally I can use some of the power of the Human Ancestor Seal, all the saints of the heavens, I will never be beaten by you again."

Ye Yang let out an angry roar, venting his endless frustration.

Slowly standing up, Ye Yang looked at the primordial land. With the blessing of endless and terrifying luck, he instantly saw Wu's figure in the blizzard of the primordial land.

He was old and frail, with no trace of life, which filled Ye Yang with sorrow.

"Alas, I have succeeded in the martial arts of the human race, but it has interrupted my enlightenment."

He gave a bitter laugh, looked at Wu's body, and then fell into endless sorrow.

"Ancestor of Humanity, what happened?"

Following Ye Yang's gaze, the Tongtian Sect Leader instantly understood everything.

"I see."

The Master of Heaven sighed, and then said:

"During the Heavenly War, you, Ancestor of Humanity, proved the Dao of Humanity's Martial Arts. All the saints of the heavens proclaimed that the Martial Arts would surely perish, simply because there were no saints left. Who would have thought that you, Ancestor of Humanity, would pass on the Martial Arts in such a way?"

Even without human saints, martial arts will still be the way of humanity. As long as it is passed down from generation to generation, it will continue for thousands of years.

(End of this chapter)