Chapter 580: Chapter 463: The Manifestation of the True Martial Gate!

In their minds, all was blank, leaving only endless reverence and fear, as if facing the entire world.

In the main hall of the Cyan Dragon Association in Qingshi County, Wang the Seventh was kneeling on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly to the floor, trembling all over like sieve husk, yet his eyes were filled with fervent respect.

He was Chen Sheng’s first living puppet in this world, and now he had achieved Great Success in External Scene Cultivation, living a fulfilling family life.

With the inclusion of Li Changkong, Mi Youdao, and others, he gradually became marginalized under Chen Sheng, unable for a long time to visit Qingshi Valley to pay homage to his lord, leaving a feeling of regret in his heart.

In his embrace, he carefully stored an ancient-looking token.

On the token, the words "Martial Realm" were engraved, being the Martial Realm Order found in the Treasure Vault of Tian Yuan Daoist by Li Changkong after acquiring the Tian Yuan Divine Peak Map.

After Li Changkong presented the Martial Realm Order to Chen Sheng, Chen Sheng considered it useless to him and bestowed it upon him.

At this moment, feeling the lord’s boundless divine power, Wang the Seventh tightly grasped the Martial Realm Order, silently reciting in his heart:

"The lord’s divine power is peerless, surely it can shatter the void and ascend to a higher realm! If the opportunity arises someday, I am determined to follow the lord once more!"

As that towering silhouette gradually ascended into the sky, everyone under immense pressure could barely lift their heads to see the outline of the figure—surprisingly, it was a winged White Tiger!

The White Tiger was majestic in stature, its entire body covered in snow-white fur, with golden chaotic airflow coursing through the fur.

A pair of golden wings overshadowed the sky and the sun, its eyes like two blazing suns, radiating magnificent divine might. Every breath spurred a riot in the primordial qi, every blink caused the sun and moon to pale in comparison.

To the south of heaven, whether deep in the mountains and forests with demon beasts, or in bustling townships with humans, all could clearly see the majestic figure of the winged White Tiger.

Countless beings knelt on the ground, bowing their heads and clasping their hands in reverence, intoning:

"Salutations to the White Tiger Sacred Lord!"

"Salutations to the White Tiger Deity!"

"May the Sacred Lord have boundless longevity!"

...

Upon the sky, amidst the Cloud Sea.

Shi Qiu Daoist, Mountain-moving Arhat, and others were still wholeheartedly assaulting the force field of the True Martial Gate, but no matter how they exerted themselves, they couldn’t shake the field even a bit, instead being counter-shocked, causing their qi and blood to surge.

When despair filled their hearts, Shi Qiu Daoist suddenly sensed an incredibly terrifying aura from behind, turning his head abruptly to look.

In the distance, a seven-colored radiance appeared, within which dragon and phoenix shadows spiraled, auspicious qi in the thousands, carrying five figures advancing swiftly towards the True Martial Gate.

Where the radiance passed, the primordial qi naturally parted, the fierce winds ceased their howling, thunder and lightning stopped roaring, as if the whole heaven and earth were yielding to it.

"What is that?!"

Shi Qiu Daoist’s pupils constricted, his tone filled with shock.

He could feel that within that radiance lay unimaginable power, its mere residual waves causing his heart spirit to tremble incessantly.

Soon, everyone noticed the seven-colored radiance, pausing their attacks and turning to look.

Upon seeing the figures within the radiance clearly, everyone took a sharp breath, gasping:

"It’s the Demon Lord! That aura belongs to Li Changkong!"

"Alongside the Demon Lord are three White Tigers, all of whom have cultivated into Inner Scene Demon Race Saints! How strong is the demon aura!"

"And there is a mysterious Grandmaster, with an aura condensed as deep as the sea, who could this divine figure be?"

"It’s the Overlord Fist Mi Youdao! No surprise, he too has cultivated into Inner Scene!"

"Where is the Sacred Fist?"

"No way! The White Tiger next to the Demon Lord... I’ve seen it somewhere before, is it Primordial Extreme?"

Shi Qiu Daoist captured the aura of one of the three White Tiger Saints which sparked a sudden thought in his heart.

Most of those present had fought against Primordial Extreme before, and now feeling its aura, similar thoughts arose within them.

At this moment, the Mountain-moving Arhat who had been fixedly gazing upon the seven-colored radiance suddenly felt his pupils shrink, his entire body trembled violently, unable to contain his shocked cry:

"That is... what kind of existence is that?!"

Everyone’s hearts tightened as they followed the gaze of the Mountain-Moving Arhat.

When they saw the scene after the seven-colored glow, everyone stood as if struck by lightning, their minds overwhelmed, eyes filled with disbelief and fear.

Behind the seven-colored glow, an immensely majestic winged White Tiger slowly emerged, its figure so massive that the True Martial Gate appeared like a mere toy in comparison.

Chaos energy swirled around it, within which countless Dao principle runes flickered, each representing a principle of heaven and earth.

A pair of golden wings covered the sky, and with a flap, they triggered a primordial qi storm that swept the entire world, causing the earth’s origin to convulse wildly, displacing sun, moon, and stars as if the entire world was under its control.

Its eyes were like two wheels of chaotic blazing suns, radiating immense heavenly power, and just a glance made all present Grandmasters and demon race saints fall to their knees, trembling, unable to harbor any thoughts of resistance.

The three demon race saints, Call Wind, Cover Sea, and Cloud Within, were also utterly stunned.

Their true forms were not small, especially the Sea-covering Saint, whose body stretched three thousand zhang long, already a giant among the demon race.

But compared to the winged White Tiger before them, they were not even worth a mere strand of its fur, the suppression from deep within their bloodline left them without the courage to lift their heads.

The majestic figure seemed not to notice these insignificant ants, its form flickering as it instantly passed by all Grandmasters and saints, heading straight for the True Martial Gate.

Wherever it passed, the terrifying field emitted by the True Martial Gate melted away like snow meeting the scorching sun, unable to form even a hint of obstruction.

At that moment, the True Martial Gate suddenly radiated brilliant light, its previously cold and ancient portal now exuding an incredibly gentle aura, as if welcoming the descent of a monarch.

The portal slowly opened, revealing a passage to an unknown world, where countless laws and Dao rhymes flowed.

Shi Qiu Daoist, Mountain-Moving Arhat, and the other human Grandmasters found it hard to regain their composure, the waves surging in their hearts.

They always thought the Demon Lord was the pinnacle of Southern Heaven, yet never imagined Southern Heaven would conceal such a being akin to a chaos god and demon!

"That blood rain covering the heavens back then must have been caused by this supreme being!"

"We were all wrong before, the Holy Fist is likely a descendant of this supreme being, not a disciple of the Demon Lord!"

"The Demon Lord and Mi Youdao, what luck they have to follow such a supreme existence!"

"And that blood rain, no wonder the martial arts era suddenly descended, it turns out all of this is the work of this supreme being!"

One speculation after another flashed through their minds, and their gazes towards the Demon Lord and Mi Youdao were filled with immense envy and jealousy.

As for the three demon race saints, they had now come to their senses.

They exchanged glances, seeing the fanaticism and reverence in each other’s eyes, then unhesitatingly knelt down, pressing their heads firmly against the Cloud Sea, loudly proclaiming:

"Demon Race juniors Call Wind/Cover Sea/Cloud Within, pay respects to the supreme demon god!"

"The demon god has enlightened us and ushered in the martial arts era, we are willing to be the demon god’s servants, to follow by the demon god’s side!"

After speaking, they kowtowed repeatedly, hoping to gain Chen Sheng’s favor.

Upon hearing this, Chen Sheng was slightly moved, revealing a faint smile.

These three demons all developed intelligence by absorbing his essence blood, becoming great demons, considered his bloodline descendants.

Without further words, he emitted a golden light that swept up the three demon race saints, bringing them onto the seven-colored auspicious clouds.

The Mountain-Moving Arhat, Shi Qiu Daoist, and others were dumbfounded upon seeing this, waves surging even higher in their hearts—was it this easy?

Were they so effortlessly accepted by the supreme being?

They could not care for the dignity of being Grandmasters any longer, all kneeling and loudly declaring:

"We pay respects to the supreme saint! Willing to be slaves and servants to follow the saint to the Martial Realm!"

However, Chen Sheng paid them no heed.

His form gradually shrank, transforming into a stream of light, directly crossing the True Martial Gate, entering the passage leading to the Martial Realm.

With Chen Sheng’s entry, the True Martial Gate slowly closed, the light on the gate gradually fading until it turned back into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

The primordial qi storm in the world gradually subsided, the sun, moon, and stars returned to their positions, and the endless pressure enveloping the world dissipated.

Shi Qiu Daoist, Jade Flute Immortal Weng, Mountain-Moving Arhat, and others stood from the Cloud Sea, lightly coughing, none daring to mention their recent pleading and prostration.

They exchanged glances, seeing the helplessness and awe in each other’s eyes, then each transformed into streams of light, flying back to their respective sects.