The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

"It's winter."

Sitting on the mountaintop, watching the ever-changing clouds.

He is no longer a young man; he is now over forty. Time always flies by, and one can never truly grasp its reins.

He is already a unique figure in the world. He built a martial arts holy land on the "Holy Mountain", took in three thousand disciples, and wrote three books, passing on all the essence of his martial arts to the world without hiding anything.

His selflessness naturally earned him the respect and admiration of the world.

But people also fear him, because he once decimated the martial arts world. Even the peerless masters of the previous generation, Plum Blossom Sword Master and Martial Arts Master, died at his hands. The rising stars of later generations, One Sword and One Demon from twenty years ago, also fell at his hands. And the Saber King and Spear King from ten years ago also died at his hands.

Now there is also a talented person, known as the one who can kill with a single sword strike, who attempted to challenge him, but was also killed by him with a single sword strike.

"Talented people emerge in every generation, but we only laugh at the breaking sky." Mu sighed.

He was constantly trying to understand the heavens and comprehend the ethereal and elusive Dao of Heaven.

The God of War once gave him guidance, which he believed and pursued tirelessly, but to no avail. So he went down the mountain. Then, the Plum Blossom Sword Master and the Martial Master also spoke of their Heavenly Dao, but it was far removed from his Heavenly Dao.

Finally, he returned to the sacred mountain, his hometown, and tried to sit in the place where the God of War had once sat, hoping that the God of War would bless him and enable him to comprehend the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao.

Unfortunately, no.

The God of War he sought never reappeared after the night he escaped the dungeon.

He didn't know where the God of War had gone, so he could only wait.

As for that golden body of the God of War, it has now been lost and its whereabouts are unknown. Even if he searched the entire world, he could not find it.

"Heavenly Way, Heavenly Way, what is Heavenly Way? Is it you?" Mu looked up at the clear blue sky.

There wasn't a single cloud in the sky, only a pure, sapphire-blue expanse.

There will be no response.

Then he plucked a blade of grass, flicked it with his finger, and with a whoosh, the light blade of grass pierced the air like an arrow and went through the trunk of an old tree on the mountainside.

He can turn every flower and leaf into a deadly weapon; this is the level of his current abilities.

Plants and trees can be used as weapons, and qi and blood can travel three zhang (approximately 10 meters) outside the body. Having thoroughly studied the human body, they have ventured into the mysterious and unpredictable realm of the spirit.

If there are enemies, he can lock their souls within a hundred miles and track them down within a thousand miles. He calls this kind of realm "Saint".

He transcended the ordinary and became a saint, yet he was still not a god of war.

If one cannot find the Way of Heaven, and has never been in harmony with the Way, how dare one call oneself a god?

He still vividly remembers the blood-red mist he saw that day, which resembled the hazy glow of a setting sun, spreading before his eyes.

Later researchers studied the extent of the blood mist covering the golden body of the Martial God back then, finding it to be nearly a hundred feet wide. However, what Mu personally witnessed was even wider, approaching a thousand feet.

Such a vast expanse remains unreached to this day.

"I remember the God of War expelling all his blood and qi from his body. Was it in this way that he could achieve rainbow body transformation and ascend to heaven, merging with the heavenly Dao?" Mu made such a guess.

However, he knew one thing: if he expelled all his blood and qi from his body, he would probably die on the spot. Even if he expelled seventy percent of his blood and qi, he would still die here.

Moreover, Mu still cannot cover a distance of a thousand feet with his own qi and blood; at most, he can only cover a hundred feet. He would probably have to expel all his qi and blood to achieve that.

But the God of War did it.

"The Universe Freedom Technique!" This is the peerless martial art that the God of War taught him years ago.

After carefully appreciating the martial god's style, he realized that he had actually modified the Qiankun Zizai Gong a lot over the years. He never thought that he could optimize the martial art created by the martial god. However, as his martial arts became more and more profound and he actually used it, he felt the obscurity of it. So he made some major changes to the Qiankun Zizai Gong and finally modified it into what it is now.

There are 81 moves, each move has 36 variations, totaling 2,916 variations. It can train his body thoroughly, from the inside out, and train every part of it.

Moreover, when he finally mastered the Heavenly Dao Divine Martial Arts, he merged it with his spirit and thus mastered a Heavenly Dao Divine Martial Arts. He had already mastered a Heavenly Dao Divine Martial Arts by relying on the secret techniques left behind by Wu Jue and the others, so he now possessed two Heavenly Dao Divine Martial Arts.

No matter how much he cultivated, he never added another Heavenly Dao Divine Martial Art, the key to which he still doesn't understand.

After looking up for a long time, his neck became sore, so he lowered his head.

He picked up a withered blade of grass from the ground, and on top of it was a greenish-yellow fruit.

It is a grass seed.

Mu looked at it intently, and finally exhaled.

"I understand," he said calmly.

He then exhaled a long breath, and blood-red light emanated from his body.

His disciples, who were watching from the foot of the mountain, were all shocked and wondered what their master was about to do.

Could some formidable enemy be approaching?!

Whoohoo!

Then, a storm brewed.

It wasn't a wind from any direction, but a dazzling sandstorm that blew down from the mountain, accompanied by a blood-red hue.

This is……

"Master must align himself with the Heavenly Dao!"

Over the years, Mu has often said that he has been looking up to the Heavenly Dao and seeking the path ahead. As a result, his disciples have all come to know about this, and even the whole world knows that Martial Saint Mu is going to follow the path of the God of War.

At this moment, the crimson light on the mountaintop grew even stronger, pushing the sea of ​​clouds on the mountaintop in and pouring down the blazing sunlight.

Although the sunlight was dazzling, the disciples of Yamashita Mu did not blink and stared intently at the mountaintop.

Blood-red light gradually shot into the sky, enveloping an area of ​​a hundred feet in radius, while simultaneously imprinting a martial arts scripture into their minds.

"Is it a secret of the Heavenly Dao?" The disciples were immediately filled with excitement.

They knew very well how generous their master was, so they were all very excited when they sensed this new memory in their minds.

But this was followed by a sense of disappointment.

Master wants to follow the path of the God of War, to dissolve his body in the mortal world, to ascend to heaven in rainbow form, and to unite his spirit with the Heavenly Dao.

They will probably never see their master again.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet began to tremble and shake violently, and rocks from the mountaintop began to tumble down.

But no one was afraid. They all looked up and gazed at the rocks, which probably couldn't even scratch their oily skin, let alone the surging blood energy around them.

Clap!

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

"How could there be thunder!?" The disciples were puzzled.

Then the blood-red light surging from the mountaintop fell like snowflakes, each petal exceptionally vivid and eerie.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a golden ray shot out from the mountaintop, looking like a golden bead from afar.

It flew rapidly into the sky, and then suddenly disappeared.

Then, the mountain stopped moving, the clouds stopped drifting, but the blood energy solidified on the mountaintop, just like the old story of the God of War.

Seeing this, the disciples were unsure whether to breathe a sigh of relief or burst into tears.

After all, their master had finally fulfilled his life's wish, but they had lost their master.

Just as the disciples came to their senses, a gust of wind whispered in their ears: "Don't ascend! Don't ascend!"