Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System-Chapter 856 - 384: The Human Race’s Self-Rescue, Meeting the Ten Martial Arts Dao Heavens!

Chapter 856: Chapter 384: The Human Race’s Self-Rescue, Meeting the Ten Martial Arts Dao Heavens!

The woman’s eyes showed a hint of reminiscence upon hearing this.

"Are you talking about him? Yes, the so-called Plan 006 he mentioned is indeed one of the paths. I know your purpose for asking this question."

"You want to know how many paths the Human Race has attempted so far, right?"

Upon hearing this, Su Tu awkwardly rubbed his nose. Indeed, this was his purpose. From the conversation he overheard just now, Su Tu had almost guessed that the so-called Plan 006 was an Ascension Path being experimented on.

The reason for still asking this question was, firstly, to verify this idea, and secondly, out of curiosity about how many attempts the Human Race had made.

"Not everyone is qualified to attempt the Ascension Path. Currently, only a few of us old ones in the Human Race can stand at the forefront to seek a way out." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"So far, we have attempted ten paths in total, and two of them have already been determined unreachable."

As the woman spoke, an indescribable expression of compassion was on the face formed by the mist.

At this moment, Su Tu could no longer care about the compassion welling up inside him.

Because the woman’s words suddenly sparked a startling thought in his mind.

Ten paths represent ten individuals standing at the pinnacle of the Martial Arts Dao, and only such beings have the qualification to explore the way forward.

And judging from the emotion in the woman’s words, Su Tu could sense that the relationship among these ten was quite good...

Immediately after, Su Tu thought of another detail...

Although the world regards the Martial God as the master of the Martial Arts Dao, whenever the Martial God is mentioned, he is inevitably deified and addressed with reverence.

Yet, this person referred to him as "teacher," which means...

An incredible possibility emerged in Su Tu’s mind.

"You all are... the Ten Days of Martial Arts!!"

Su Tu couldn’t help but speak his conjecture aloud.

Legend has it that after the disappearance of the Martial God, the strongest fighting force holding up the entire Human Race, the true ceiling of the Human Race, the Martial God’s disciples, are the Ten Days of Martial Arts!!!

After the Federation stabilized, the Ten Days no longer walked the world.

There were rumors that they went to find the missing Martial God, and other rumors said the Ten Days fell due to the enormous consumption during the great war back then.

But none of these claims have been confirmed.

Su Tu combined everything he had seen and heard thus far and arrived at this astonishing conclusion.

The woman’s next words further directly corroborated Su Tu’s speculation.

"The Ten Days of Martial Arts... it’s been a long time since anyone called me that."

"I remember they used to call me... Wan Youtian." The woman’s voice was somber, with a hint of nostalgia.

Upon hearing this, Su Tu’s eyes narrowed suddenly. Wan Youtian Zhao Mingxuan, the only woman among the Ten Days, her martial arts style ever-changing and inscrutable.

No one knows how she would appear the next moment. She is the top assassin in the Star River, with no failures to date.

During the former Galactic War, though she wasn’t active on the front lines, she struck terror into the hearts of all Foreign Race leaders.

She once single-handedly annihilated the royal families of thirteen Intermediate Civilizations when the Human Race wasn’t even a Low Civilization at the time.

In those days, the name Wan Youtian stood for silent demise.

Su Tu had always thought Wan Youtian was a woman as cold as ice, but he didn’t expect such gentleness.

The Ten Days of Martial Arts, living legends, creators of Human Race history, pioneers of the Federation, even Su Tu couldn’t help but be immensely excited at this moment.

However, before he could say anything,

Buzz!!

Buzz!!!

The Preacher and the Red Nose suddenly appeared beside Wan Youtian.

"Oh, so someone has figured out who we are, huh~"

"But it’s nothing surprising, after all, I’m this handsome and dashing, overwhelmingly charismatic~"

At this moment, the Red Nose’s clothes were somewhat ragged, evidently not having gained much in the recent skirmish.

While the Preacher beside him was still impeccably neat, untainted by any dust.

"Xing Mutian," the Preacher said calmly.

And the Red Nose took out that seemingly endless bottle of white wine again, smacked his lips, and took a sip before saying.

"Heh heh, I’ve always believed my title to be the best sounding. Back then, those kids called me Changsheng Heaven."

Xing Mutian Wen Changmo, Simu Changsheng.

Another two legendary figures.

Indeed, Su Tu’s conjecture was correct; those searching for the Ascension to Divinity Method for the Human Race were the legendary Ten Days of Martial Arts.

Upon knowing the identities of these three, Su Tu’s eyes showed a touch of respect.

They truly are worthy of being called the forebears, forging ahead for the Human Race’s path, people whom Su Tu respects.

"The younger generation of the Human Race greets the Ten Days of Martial Arts!"

Su Tu performed the junior’s salute, his movements proper, his voice sincere and earnest.

Seeing Su Tu like this, the three exchanged glances, their eyes softening. With their Realm, genuine intentions can be seen at a glance.

Over the years, few young ones came here, but some did know their identity. These kids were excited, fearful, and some even burst into tears.

Yet behind these reactions, aside from a bit of sincerity, many were driven by the quest for opportunity.

But not this child before them. His current intent was utterly pure, showing this courtesy solely out of respect, with no ulterior motives.

"Good child, there’s no need for this. Our teachers entrusted the Human Race to us, and this is what we should do."