Chapter 117: Open the way for thousands of martial artists, transcending the mortal world and becoming a saint!_3
Translator: 549690339
The higher realms of the Martial Saint Realm were not something that could be broken by human strength.
For many martial artists who were sincerely pursuing martial arts, this kind of blow was simply more unbearable than killing them.
Under such circumstances.
Many Martial Emperors started to look for ways to break through.
However, the more he studied, the more he tried.
The more despair and defeat they would gain.
Difficult.
It was too difficult.
It was as difficult as ascending to the heavens!
The will of heaven and earth cut off the martial artist’s perception of the power of laws.
It was almost impossible for them to forcefully defy the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth with their own strength.
The Martial Emperors could not see the road ahead.
They were all in despair.
The martial arts trend that was originally incomparably prosperous in the land of Hua Xia was also dealt a blow.
For several years.
The entire Underworld fell into silence.
The road ahead had been cut off.
So what if they could come one after after another?
30 years of martial arts.
More and more martial arts grandmasters broke through to the Martial Royal Realm, but the atmosphere in the martial world became more and more silent.
After reaching the peak.
All the martial artists lost their way once again and could not see the direction to continue moving forward.
“Alas, I was born at the wrong time. It’s fate…”
“Since I can’t break through, I might as well drink today and enjoy myself!”
“Young people don’t know the taste of sorrow, they love to rise to the next level. Love the upper floor, write a new poem to express sorrow.”
“Now that I know the taste of sorrow, I want to say it but I can’t. He wanted to say something, but he said that the weather was cold and autumn was good!”
After countless attempts, they still had no results. Countless martial artists could not help but become pessimistic.
The road ahead had been cut off.
Then it would be better to have fun while he was young.
It only took a few years for this theory to become mainstream.
This year.
The Martial Arts that had flourished for more than 30 years had quickly begun to decline.
It was just like those dynasties in history that had reached their peak and declined.
The faster it flourished, the faster it withered.
Many martial artists began to travel the martial world with their swords, and even traveled far away to other states.
While passing by the Free State.
Many martial artists discovered that the Free State was still developing rapidly.
He began to pay attention.
Back then, the Free State’s foreign guns had never been defeated in the world.
Only when they reached Qingdu Port did they suffer heavy losses.
Many Gokudo Grandmasters of Combat were mentally unstable because of the death of their Gokudo and Combat God.
However, in just a few decades, they had regained their former vitality.
Furthermore, some martial artists discovered that a true Type 9 Combat God had appeared in the Free State!
Based on past experience.
A Type 8 Fighting God could fight against a Martial Emperor.
In that case, didn’t the fighting god of the ninth rank mean that he was a Martial Saint?
This discovery made countless martial artists confused.
He finally came back to his senses.
He felt that his martial heart was collapsing.
They originally thought that the Free State was already the center of the world.
Only now did they realize that the center of the world was still in the Free State.
They were the clowns who lived in a corner.
The gap between them.
It was hard for many of the new generation of martial artists to accept.
At this moment.
The older generation of martial artists finally had something to say.
“Youngsters, do you think that you’re the proud sons of the heavens just because you’ve learned something new?”
“No, no. If it weren’t for that existence in Qingdu Port, we martial artists would have been enslaved by the foreigners like cattle, horses, pigs, and dogs!”
“I really envy you guys for not knowing how lucky you are. Everything you have now is given to you by that existence!”
“It’s a pity that we weren’t born in the same era as that person. Otherwise, we would have been thinking of ways to help that person open up a new path of martial arts!”
The older generation of martial artists could see very clearly.
It was also very unpleasant.
There was also some unwillingness and lamentation.
The current martial arts environment was so good that many young people of the new generation did not understand the difficulties of cultivation in the past.
They were indeed stronger than the martial artists of the previous generation.
However, the experience in his heart was far inferior to the martial artists of the previous generation.
If they had such a good cultivation environment back then, they should be full of fighting spirit now.
However, this group of new generation martial artists had only studied it for a few years. After discovering that it was too difficult, they actually gave up on themselves and deviated from the endless path to heaven.
33 years of martial arts.
The martial arts of the Qingdu Empire began to decline rapidly.
The entire martial world was lifeless, and all kinds of negative emotions were breeding. Even the public security of the entire empire was declining like a cliff.
How many martial artists were there back then?
The current social security problem was very serious.
After feeling the challenge.
Fu Xiaorou, Han Bufan, and all the Star Moon Pavilions in the country had launched a joint letter.
The general idea was to let the martial artists continue to develop and create.
They might not be able to become Martial Saints.
However, if they did not stop exploring, perhaps their descendants would one day be able to see a higher level of martial arts.
These words were encouraging.
In addition, the Star Moon Pavilion had taken out a lot of dry goods.
These were the cultivation experiences summarized by Li Yueming’s disciples.
Only then did countless martial artists who were originally depressed and unsatisfied slowly walk out of the blow.
Chinese people were always generous and selfless to their descendants.
Fu Xiaorou was right.
They can’t break through to the rank of Martial Saint
However, as long as there were enough cultivation techniques and paths to be developed.
Their descendants might be able to stand on their shoulders and walk a higher distance.
In the next two years.
The martial artists in the martial world had experienced the initial blow.
Finally, he reluctantly accepted the fact that he could not continue to advance.
He began to develop more cultivation techniques to pave the way for his descendants.
But at this moment.
The Martial Emperor, Li Yueming, who hadn’t been heard from before, suddenly appeared.
He took a step forward.
He directly flew from the courtyard to the sky above Qingdu Harbor and floated there without any external force.
With a light wave of his hand.
Thousands of thunderbolts fell from the sky above Qingdu Port.
Li Yueming’s expression was emotionless. He glanced at the tens of thousands of thunderbolts above his head and said indifferently, “Today, I will pave the way for thousands of martial artists in Huaxia to transcend and become a
Saint!”
The tens of millions of people in Qingdu Port witnessed everything.
Among them, the number of martial artists was even more unknown.
Everyone stared at the thin figure in the sky.
His eyes were filled with excitement, shock, and astonishment. All kinds of complicated emotions mixed together.
The sound coming from the sky was not very loud.
However, it had intimidated countless martial artists… Soul!
At this moment, everyone in Qingdu Port understood.
The Martial Emperor who had terrified countless people and made countless people grateful.
He was an existence revered by countless commoners as the God of Martial Arts.
After being silent for more than 30 years, he had finally returned!
And this time, they would become the witnesses of history, witnessing him create a new miracle!