Chinese Superman

Chapter 221 Martial Ancestor Mends the Sky

Even the blue planet responded, with clouds rolling and the eyes of the two typhoons over the oceans quickly converging, resembling two small dimples.

Earth's little dimples.

History books record this event as—the Martial Ancestor Mending the Sky!

During the three months that Wu Zu repaired the heavens, too many things happened on Earth.

on the Pacific.

The Mountain Lord and the Azure Dragon, covered in blood, stood on an island made up of the corpses of sea beasts. Beneath their feet lay land paved with flesh and blood, and above them was a sky filled with dark clouds.

The giant whale, comparable in size to half of Australia, turned tail and fled when it saw the situation was not good.

Its massive body sank into the deep sea, shrinking as it veered wildly toward the Mariana Trench, stirring up towering currents.

The Azure Dragon transformed into a dragon and tried to give chase, but was stopped by the Mountain Lord's claw.

"We can't catch up." The mountain lord panted, his tiger eyes fixed on the disappearing giant shadow, his expression grave. "That's its territory. If we chase after it from the depths of the sea, we might just be killed by it instead."

The voice just fell.

A sword light slashed down from the horizon.

The sword light pierced the heavens and earth, tore through the clouds, and cleaved the sea.

The Pacific Ocean was cleaved in two by a single sword!

The seawater surged to both sides, creating towering waves and revealing a deep underwater canyon.

For the first time, sunlight pierced through this eternal darkness, illuminating countless bizarre and wondrous creatures in the Mariana Trench.

The sword light descended along the trench, like divine punishment descending upon the world, precisely striking the deep-sea beast king.

"The giant whale let out a deafening wail."

The mournful cry pierced through the sea and the clouds, spreading throughout the entire Pacific Ocean.

Its body was broken in two.

Crimson whale blood gushed out, staining the entire trench and the surrounding sea area for thousands of miles red.

Bai Xianshuang arrived at some unknown time, standing on a cloud, her robes fluttering, exuding an aura of otherworldly power, displaying the might of a deity.

She withdrew her hand and said calmly, "Do you think you can escape? Today, the calamity's masters will all be brought to their deaths!"

The Great Wall of Xikunlun.

Xiang Xiaohu and Qingluan joined forces and finally cornered the zombie emperor.

The once invincible zombie emperor was now battered and broken, his death aura dissipating.

The many extraordinary zombies he brought had already been smashed into mincemeat by Qingluan's small fists.

The little mountain tortoise looked adorable, but it was incredibly ruthless. When it swung its fists wildly, it made the superhuman zombie cry out for its parents.

"You—you all—"

The zombie emperor roared, his voice filled with resentment and anger. Death energy surged around him as he made a final struggle and tried to infect the other party with the zombie virus.

As a result, the round golden pill spun around and was completely unafraid of the zombie virus.

Xiang Xiaohu did not give him a chance.

One punch!

A simple, unadorned punch, yet imbued with the essence of Saint-level martial arts, slammed into the Zombie Emperor's chest.

The zombie emperor's body began to crumble from the chest, not with blood and flesh flying everywhere, but by disintegrating at the cellular level, turning into the finest dust.

His expression froze between horror and resentment before vanishing into nothingness along with his body.

The wind blew, and the dust settled.

The Zombie Emperor has vanished completely.

Xiang Xiaohu withdrew his fist and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

Qingluan perched on his shoulder, patted his face with its little turtle paws, and said in a wise old-fashioned tone, "Fifth Junior Brother, you did a good job."

Xiang Xiaohu chuckled.

He clearly knew the eldest brother first, but he was ranked fifth when he became an apprentice.

However—it doesn't matter.

The Great Wall to the south.

Quetzalcoatl's battle was the most brutal.

That giant serpent, thousands of feet long, had shimmering, seven-colored scales and wings that blotted out the sky.

With each breath it exhales, a beam of seven-colored light bursts forth; with each swish of its tail, it can flatten a mountain.

Countless flying monsters followed it, like dark clouds pressing down on the city, blotting out the sun.

However, the powerful figures of Great Xia also came out in full force.

The Grandmaster-level experts, including "Gun God," "Blade Maniac," and "Overlord Blade," joined forces, their spears flashing like dragons and their blades tearing the sky, piercing and ripping apart the left wing of the Feathered Serpent God.

Tan Qingyue slashed down with his sword, the sword light like a rainbow, severing the right wing of the Feathered Serpent God.

Several powerful figures joined forces, unleashing a variety of relics to suppress the four directions and block the retreat of the Feathered Serpent God.

Finally, Master Zhang made the final decision. A statue of Emperor Zhenwu, originating from the Golden Summit of Wudang Mountain, stood on Xuanwu Mountain and held the Zhenwu Demon-Slaying Sword. With a single slash, he severed the head of the Feathered Serpent God!

Thus, all the calamity-bringing giants of the "world outside the wall" were brought to justice.

Peace has finally returned to the Earth.

What remains are only some insignificant remnants of monsters, barely clinging to life and posing no threat.

The official announcement from Da Xia:

Starting today, the [Outside the Wall] world is fully open. Any martial artist at the Innate Realm or above can cross the Great Wall and travel to the outside world.

Experience, adventure, treasure hunt.

When the news spread, the world was in an uproar.

Countless martial artists were eager to try their skills and were itching to get started.

Although the world outside the wall is in a dark age, an era of Dharma decline, and spiritual energy is depleted, it is said that there are a large number of undeveloped and unexcavated spirit stone mines underground, as well as many silent relics.

Furthermore, the apocalyptic disaster may not only bring threats, but also opportunities.

For example, the Gravity Plains can be used for body tempering, Siberia is an ice purgatory that is very beneficial for cultivating ice martial arts, and it is said that in distant Australia, although strange plants run rampant, there are spiritual medicines that are comparable to celestial treasures.

This is a momentous occasion.

It can give birth to an unprecedented golden age!

Some time has passed.

Wudang Mountain.

Master Zhang sat cross-legged atop the golden summit, closing his eyes in meditation.

Morning bells and evening drums, clouds rolling and unfolding.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

A glint of light flashed in those eyes that had weathered a century of storms; in that glint lay vicissitudes, wisdom, and a profound understanding of the great principles of heaven and earth.

He stood up.

His Taoist robes fluttered without wind, and his aura rose steadily.

"A magnificent aura erupted from his body and soared into the sky."

Its breath resonates with heaven and earth, echoes the Great Dao, and shines with the sun and moon.

The entire Wudang Mountain trembled, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred miles surged in, condensing into a dazzling pillar of light above his head.

The beam of light shot straight into the sky, piercing through the heavens.

With the pillar of light as his pen and the sky as his paper, he is inscribing his own great path!

Wait until the beam of light dissipates.

Master Zhang opened his eyes.

His aura was completely different now.

That was not a quantitative increase, but a qualitative leap, from mortal to god, from finite to infinite, from being bound by heaven and earth to becoming friends with heaven and earth.

God!

Ascending to the heavens, the twelfth floor, the third floor.

He looked down at Wudang Mountain, which had grown and expanded by hundreds of miles in circumference on its original foundation.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, every inch of land, every rock, and every blade of grass and tree has a mysterious connection with him.

That was his sacred ground, the mark he left on heaven and earth, the covenant he made with the Dao.

He smiled slightly and gently shook his whisk.

"Transformation into a Nascent Soul, so that's how it is. It's only right. Fellow Daoist Martial Ancestor, this is the true path. You have made a great contribution."

Wushan.

Xiang Xiaohu stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky.

His aura was also rising steadily.

Although he didn't have the same deep foundation as Master Zhang, he still steadily stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm.

The second of the twelve-story towers.

He looked down at his hands.

There were still no scars or calluses on his fists, but only he knew what kind of power was hidden in them. Because of the Dao inscribed on them, his fist power was also enhanced by the power of the Dao.

Use this fist to fight the Zombie Emperor again; one punch will easily blow him apart!

"I will firmly walk the path that my master has created, and I will reach the top of the twelve-story tower!" Xiang Xiaohu said to himself with unwavering determination.

Shushan Sword Palace.

Bai Xianshuang, who had just returned from the Xikunlun section of the Great Wall, stood atop the mountain, sensing the two rising auras one after the other, her expression extremely complex.

Master Zhang, Three-Story Building.

Xiang Xiaohu, Erchonglou.

What about her?

A single-story building.

He went from being the number one deity in the world to being the third.

She pursed her lips and bit her teeth.

That aloof and otherworldly beautiful face was filled with resentment.

She recalled her high spirits when she transformed into a deity on the Great Wall, her smugness when she said "I am the best in the world," and her secret joy at thinking she could outshine her senior brothers and sisters.

it's good now.

Three months, just three months.

She became the third child.

"No!"

Bai Xianshuang stamped her foot, her clothes fluttering.

The next moment, it soared into the air, transforming into a sword light that shot straight into the sky.

"Is Senior Sister going to the moon to find Master?"

At this moment, the voice of the Martial Saint echoed from afar atop Mount Wu.

Bai Xianshuang was startled, thinking that her little thoughts had been seen through. She pretended to be frosty and said, "Master has been away in the battle outside the heavens for three months. I was a little worried and went to visit him."

"In that case, could you please pass on a message for me, senior sister?"

On the moon.

Xia Xinghan sat cross-legged in the void, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

He was surrounded by endless darkness, and in the distance, a dazzling galaxy. He sat there quietly, as if he had become one with the universe.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

A sword light streaked across the sky and landed in front of him.

The sword light dissipated, revealing a stunningly beautiful young woman.

Clad in flowing robes, with flowing black hair, exquisite features, and skin as smooth as jade, she was none other than Bai Xianshuang in human form.

She stood there, like a fairy from the moon palace, aloof and otherworldly.

At this moment, however, there was no trace of coldness on her face, only a deep sense of grievance.

"Master————"

She drew out her words and rushed to Xia Xinghan in two quick steps, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, as if she were about to shed them at any moment.

Xia Xinghan looked at her calmly: "What's wrong?"

Bai Xianshuang pouted, her eyes slightly red.

"Master, do you know? Master Zhang—he's reached the third level of the Dao!"

She held up three fingers and waved them in front of Xia Xinghan.

"The third level of the twelve-story tower to heaven!"

"And Xiang Xiaohu! He—he's reached the Second Level too!"

She held up two more fingers, her face filled with grief and indignation.

"I'm third now!"

As she spoke, her voice began to tremble with sobs.

"I finally reached the Nascent Soul stage—I finally became the number one in the world—and it's only been three months—and they've already caught up in just three months—Master, tell me, am I particularly useless?"

She looked up at Xia Xinghan expectantly, waiting for her master's comfort.

Xia Xinghan looked at her.

That stunningly beautiful face was now filled with grievance and resentment, her eyes were slightly red, and she was biting her lip, looking just like a little girl who had been bullied.

He was silent for a moment.

Then, raise your hand.

"Thump."

A flick on the forehead landed precisely on Bai Xianshuang's forehead.

"Ouch!"

Bai Xianshuang covered her forehead, took two steps back, and looked at him with teary eyes.

"Master, why did you hit me?"

Xia Xinghan withdrew his hand and said calmly, "The Nascent Soul Realm is not something to be compared."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

"Master Zhang entered a Taoist temple as a child and grew up in Wudang. He was deeply versed in Taoism and went through countless tribulations before finally breaking through to the third level. That was what he deserved; it was the result of his accumulated knowledge and experience."

"Xiao Hu spent ten years honing his skills, single-mindedly devoting all his energy to martial arts. Did you see the path he walked, the sweat he shed, and the injuries he suffered?"

He looked at her.

"And you?"

Bai Xianshuang lowered her head, not daring to meet his gaze.

"How long has it been since you broke through? And it was all thanks to me cheating—I got you to the Nascent Soul Realm." Xia Xinghan was a little disappointed in him.

This crane truly embodies the principle that "the squeaky wheel gets the grease."

"Three months! In three months, have you laid a solid foundation? Have you honed your swordsmanship enough? Have you mastered those newly learned Nascent Soul techniques? Can you unleash a sword beam that stretches for ten thousand miles with a single strike? Can you resonate with the heavens and earth with a single thought?"

Bai Xianshuang lowered her head and muttered softly, "Does my Great Wall of Sword Qi count as ten thousand miles of sword light?"

"Hmm? Talking back?"

"not yet----"

"Then why are you still feeling wronged?"

Xia Xinghan glared at Bai Xianshuang, making her feel guilty and scared.

"Go back! Cultivate diligently and reflect deeply."

"The twelve levels of the Nascent Soul stage are all trials and tribulations, each a transformation. If your foundation is unstable, even if you manage to reach the second level by chance, it will be a castle in the air, destined to collapse sooner or later. When you fall, the pain will be far greater than it is now."

Falling from a lower realm is naturally not the same as falling from a lower realm.

However, Xia Xinghan had to scare her a little.

"A cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm who has ascended to the Twelfth Heavenly Tower will fall from that level—"

Bai Xianshuang's mouth opened slightly; she was indeed frightened.

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