Martial Arts Master: The Lin Family Sword God, who swept through the Five Mountains and Four Sects

However, when Lin Tian realized that the old monk in front of him was not the Eight Masters of Shattering the Void, but instead cultivated the Heaven-Shattering and Earth-Striking Spiritual Technique, a thought suddenly struck him—this guy was not only not a threat, but might even be able to help him achieve his goals.

To be on the safe side, let's test the waters first.

The sense of crisis I felt earlier, like thorns in my back, only arose when I got within three zhang of the old monk. Since that's the case, I'll refrain from stepping within three zhang of him for now.

A fist that can conquer the world!

With a single punch, the fist's energy tore through the air, creating a fierce gust of wind. All the Mongol soldiers within a radius of several feet were blasted away, and the violent force rushed straight towards the Eighth Division's Eighth Gate.

"Amitabha." The old monk chanted the Buddha's name softly, slowly raising his withered right hand.

It appears slow, but in reality it is incredibly fast.

In an instant, a crimson palm print materialized in front of him, exuding a murderous aura.

The Mahamudra of Tibetan Buddhism!

Fist and palm strikes collided with a deafening roar.

Although it was only at the legendary level, the old monk's internal energy was as solid as a tangible substance; while Lin Tian's attack was merely a trial run. As the two forces collided, they were surprisingly evenly matched.

Lin Tian frowned slightly, his eyes suddenly becoming solemn.

It wasn't that he was afraid of how powerful the Great Handprint was—if Master Ba was only capable of this much, he could kill him with a flick of his wrist. What truly alarmed him was that as the old monk chanted Buddhist scriptures, a faint spiritual fluctuation quietly invaded his mind, as if disturbing his consciousness.

Fortunately, the illusory image of Nuwa that appeared in his mind's sea trembled slightly, and that strange power instantly vanished.

Lin Tian's eyes flashed: Sure enough! This subtle, yin-like power was indeed a mental attack transformed from the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Shattering Spiritual Technique. And with the ancient Buddha Nuwa guarding the depths of his consciousness, why should he fear the mental erosion of this counterfeit?

Once it was confirmed that everything was alright, there was no further hesitation.

With a flash of cold light from the Yuanhong Sword in his hand, he lightly touched the ground with his feet and his figure shot straight at the Eighth Division like an arrow released from a bow.

Ten zhang... seven zhang... five zhang...

A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of the Eight Masters. Just now, Lin Tian had clearly and deliberately avoided the three-zhang radius, obviously sensing danger—an instinct honed through countless life-and-death experiences. But now he was actively approaching? Had he gone mad?

He didn't believe it. In his view, no one could survive the soul-shaking impact of the Heaven-Changing Earth-Striking Technique. The spiritual attack was profound and unpredictable, directly striking the very essence of "God." Those who had not reached the mythical realm were like lambs to the slaughter.

The moment Lin Tian stepped within three zhang, the eighty-eight turbid eyes suddenly burst forth with light, as if an abyss had opened, enveloping Lin Tian within them.

Vision began to blur, the surrounding scenery faded like ink into water, leaving only emptiness. Space collapsed, all was silent, and only boundless darkness swallowed everything.

Time seemed to stand still.

The next moment, Lin Tian "woke up".

He became a poor scholar, his home bare, yet his talent won the heart of the county magistrate's daughter. However, the powerful family couldn't tolerate the poor and secretly poisoned his parents. Grief-stricken, he abandoned his studies for martial arts, ultimately killing his enemies and avenging his parents. The woman, filled with remorse, committed suicide...

In his second life, he was reborn as an unparalleled beauty, possessing captivating charm, leading the "Celestial Venerable" to dominate the martial world and laugh at all heroes.

In his third reign, he ascended the throne, conquered all directions, established a sacred court, and his empire lasted for a thousand years without decline, his achievements comparable to those of the First Emperor.

Fourth generation... Fifth generation...

Through reincarnation, one may be male or female, king or general, with ever-changing identities.

Some were enemies for generations, some fought side by side, some married, and some were connected by blood.

But in every life, the ending is the same—Eighth Master, Eighth, dies at the hands of Lin Tian.

I don't know which cycle of reincarnation it is—

"Tian'er, you've entered the legendary realm before even reaching adulthood, hahaha... truly a blessing for our Great Banner Sect!" In the hall, an old man laughed heartily, his face full of satisfaction.

Before the hall stood a handsome young man, holding a sword, a slight smile playing on his lips, his expression calm as he spoke:

"Thank you for your kindness, Master, or rather... Eighth Master Eighth."

Before the boy could finish speaking, the old man suddenly froze.

His gaze shifted from surprise to stillness, finally settling into a calm, unwavering expression: "Amitabha, in the end, you have found my true form. In this round, you have once again proven superior. But the cycle of reincarnation is endless; even if you kill me a thousand times, it will only increase my illusory form. I only need to defeat you once, and your soul will be annihilated. I may lose in this life, and I may lose again in the next—but there will always be a tribulation where I will win."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and awaited his death.

Lin Tian didn't make a move, but simply shook his head and sneered, "My goal has already been achieved, so why would there be a next life? Eighth Master, didn't you ever consider that I knew I would suffer a backlash if I stepped within three zhang of you? Why did you still dare to approach? In your eyes, do I look like a reckless madman who doesn't know his own death?"

The eight teachers opened their eyes wide and stared in silence.

Lin Tian's lips curled into a slight smile, his arrogance palpable: "At eighteen, I had a fortuitous encounter; at nineteen, I entered the Acquired Realm; at twenty, I broke through to the Innate Realm; and after three years, I reached perfection, stepping into the Legendary Realm. Now, at twenty-six, I've reached the second Legendary Realm. My martial arts journey has been smooth sailing, but precisely because it's been too smooth, my foundation is superficial. Without solidification, entering the Mythical Realm would be as difficult as ascending to heaven. That's why I borrowed your 'Heaven and Earth Shattering' spiritual world to travel through the river of time and mend my deficiencies. Now that I've succeeded, the Mythical Realm is merely a smooth path."

Master Ba's expression changed drastically, and he asked in a deep voice, "Then how do you plan to escape now? This spiritual world is a manifestation of my thoughts; those who haven't entered the Mythical Realm can never break free on their own!"

"How can a frog in a well know the vastness of the ocean?" Lin Tian scoffed. "A grain of sand contains a world, a single Bodhi leaf a symbol—in all the myriad realms, there are countless methods. If you have them, why can't I?"

boom!

Eighth Master was trembling violently, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stared at Lin Tian in disbelief.

The latter said no more, and formed a hand seal—the seal was exactly the same as the Nuwa image that appeared in his spiritual sea.

In an instant, the void shattered, the scene crumbled, and Lin Tian's figure turned into stardust and vanished without a trace.

……

The spiritual world undergoes countless cycles of reincarnation, while reality is but a fleeting moment.

Eighth Division Eight's face turned pale, a sweet taste rose in his throat, blood spurted out, and he staggered backward, leaving deep footprints on the ground with each step.

At that very moment, the Abyss Rainbow Sword light was already upon them.

How could a heavily injured body withstand the power of the seventeenth sword?

The sword pierced through his chest!

Eighth Master, Eighth One, gripped the sword blade tightly, his fingertips cracking and bleeding profusely. But the sword intent had already exploded within him, shattering his meridians and severing his life force. His eyes gradually lost focus, finally fading into death.

Immediately, a card shimmering with silver light slowly emerged from the corpse.

[Silver Martial Arts Card: Innate Body-Piercing Formless Sword Qi]

[Introduction: Though called a sword technique, it has no physical form. It involves unleashing internal energy from the fingertips, condensing it into an invisible sword of energy, incomparably sharp and powerful, known as 'Invisible Sword Energy'; it is indestructible and can break through anything, even innate qi cannot withstand it, hence the name 'Innate Body-Breaking Technique'.]

"Innate Body-Breaking Formless Sword Qi?!" Lin Tian's eyes lit up, his heart filled with joy.

Great stuff! Especially now!

With the Domain of Intent in hand, coupled with this Body-Piercing Invisible Sword Qi—its power more than doubles, even amplifying the weapons formed from the Intent by several times. Not to mention its sheer awesomeness, it's off the charts!