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The Two Realms War was raging fiercely, yet no one noticed that a legendary manual was quietly circulating in the World of Mortals. From an ordinary soldier's leg to a common official, even to a beggar on the street, various means allowed them to easily obtain a Martial Arts Manual, enabling anyone to cultivate.
One month, one year, two years, three years later, when the emperors seated in their palaces, the lofty cultivators high in the clouds, and the reclusive ascetics in the mountains finally discovered this seemingly simplistic manual, silence enveloped them all.
Who was it?
These two simple words constantly echoed in the minds of the Sect Family leaders. At this point, even if they wished to suppress it, it was beyond their power. A multitude of soldiers and martial artists based on this manual emerged on the battlefield between the realms. In just three short years, the combat strength of soldiers from the Northern Region had multiplied. Such benefits were evident not only to them but also to the most ordinary of citizens.
Who exactly was it?
Countless elders from various Sect Families gazed at the rudimentary manual that could be understood by anyone who could read, letting out roars of fury like lions. Little did they know how deeply they would regret it.
Especially those Mahayana Practitioners who had experienced countless ages understood what that small manual meant. The once high-profile Jade Void Sect began to fall silent, and even the slowing Nine Nether Alliance paused its offensive. The entire World of Mortals appeared eerily calm.
Yin Tianheng.
A name that had suddenly vanished tens of thousands of years ago and reappeared during the Battle of Tiandong City slowly entered the sights of all Major Sects. Particularly for Ren Shixing, the current Master of the Academy, who gazed at the thin martial arts manual in silence for a long time.
Soon after, an unexpected command reached everyone: to find Gu Ping and the former master of the academy, Yin Tianheng.
No one knew those two better than the academy itself, and no one understood better than Ren Shixing what the sudden emergence of this Martial Arts Manual represented.
In the Rift Screen Mountains, a slender figure steadily approached the highest peak in this area. Dressed in a tiger skin hunted from somewhere unknown, he looked just like any local hunter born and raised here.
A disciple from Mok Ming Academy's Outer Court, who had just soared over the head of the Hunter, suddenly flew back. Initially, he was amused by the Hunter's boldness in venturing so deep into the Cracked Screen Mountain Range without any cultivation. However, he quickly recalled that there might be an illusion array set up by the academy outside the mountain range, and someone without cultivation would not be able to enter this place. Thus, he quietly decided to follow behind the Hunter.
After following for a while, the young Hunter noticed that it was getting late and finally took a break. Although he was stepping firmly with each footfall, his speed was still faster than that of an ordinary person. The Outer Sect Disciple estimated that in half a day, the young Hunter had covered a distance of at least a hundred miles; such stamina truly required considerable effort.
As a fire was kindled, the young Hunter roughly processed the game he had carried on his shoulders and began roasting it over the flames. He pulled out some salt from somewhere and sprinkled it on the cooked meat.
"Are you hungry? Would you like to have a bite?"
The young Hunter tore off a large piece of meat and waved it in front of him, causing the Outer Sect Disciple to salivate. Although he had successfully established his foundation, he had not yet begun to fast. "I don't deny," he thought, as his stomach rumbled after not eating for half a day.
Realizing that he had already been discovered, he decided to boldly step out and ask for food. After all, someone walking so openly near the sect should have nothing to hide. He steeled his heart and walked out from behind a nearby tree.
"May I ask your esteemed name, Brother?"
Disciples from the academy inherited the complex etiquette of Lu State; no matter what they did, they always maintained politeness—even when asking for food.
"Brother, you flatter me. Courtesy is in my heart; it has become second nature."
"My name is Gu Nian. May I ask what that handsome scholar is called?"
"I am Yi Dong from Mok Ming Academy's Outer Sect. May I inquire where you come from and where you are headed?"
"I come from the mountains and go back to the mountains."
Pointing at the towering Chengdao Peak in the distance, the young hunter spoke of Gu Ping, who had been secretly plotted against after entering the academy years ago. This time returning to the academy, Gu Ping had a question; he wanted to know what the academy thought about the book that had led to his mistakes, or rather, what Master of the Academy Ren Shixing thought.
In Gu Ping's eyes, Ren Shixing was a competent master. Although he did not possess the same formidable reputation as Yin Tianheng, nor did he have the extraordinary talents of the founding master of Mok Ming Academy, and lacked any notable achievements to boast of, comparing him to Yin Tianheng only made Ren Shixing seem mediocre.
To be fair, even after losing Yin Tianheng for several millennia, maintaining the academy's status among the great Super Sects was no small feat. To achieve what Ren Shixing had done—without major errors over thousands of years—was enough to qualify him as a competent leader.
Even though the academy faced decay and corruption from outside influences, nothing in the Sect Family remained eternally unchanged. Even Cheng Dao Sect had experienced two major calamities over ten thousand years. Ru Ming was now facing its third.
A minor calamity every thousand years and a major calamity every ten thousand years—this was an iron law passed down from the celestial beings of Tian Zai. No sect could escape the trials of rise and fall over ten thousand years. Those that survived were either minor sects or major sects; those that endured ten such trials were considered Super Sects.
If Bu Luo did not have support from Daoist Sects behind it, it would be difficult for an ordinary force to last for a hundred thousand years. The only one that broke this liquid law was the Great Qin Ying Clan, which stood strong from the righteous-evil war all the way to Ru Ming's vast empire.
No one knew what hidden secrets lay behind this empire, but it had undoubtedly endured countless disasters and emerged resiliently like a colossal entity from Dong Lai. Even during the Two Realms War, it remained remarkably steadfast, willing to sacrifice a city rather than let enemies tear apart its flesh.
"Is that your senior brother?" Lu Shu asked excitedly upon seeing where Gu Ping pointed. Bu Luo frowned and murmured, unable to recall any senior brother named Gu Nian. Perhaps it was because he had not been in the Outer Court for long; he hoped his senior brother would not take offense.
"It's fine," Gu Ping replied. "It's been several years since I left the Sect. I suppose my former classmates from Ru Ming are long gone from outside the sect as well. I wonder if I will encounter any familiar faces this time."
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