Martial Master

“At that time, who would dare oppose our Great Yong Dynasty? With a single command from me, all hundred dynasties will submit. Our Great Yong Dynasty will become the first dynasty in the history of the Hundred Dynasties, achieving everlasting glory and intimidating the ages. What is the current expansion of the Chen Di Pavilion compared to that?”

“So, what we are competing for among the major dynasties in the Hundred Dynasties region is not territory, nor is it short-lived gains and losses, but time—the time to break through to the Martial Emperor realm.”

“This trip to the Demon Secret Realm, all the ancestors of the major dynasties have stepped into the Half-step Martial Emperor realm. In a year and a half at the shortest, three to five years at the longest, we will all have the opportunity to step into the Eighth Level Martial Emperor realm. What we are competing for is who can be the first to break through to the Martial Emperor realm. This is the key to the real competition.”

“At that time, what would the so-called geniuses be? All the geniuses of the Hundred Dynasties will become disciples of our Great Yong Dynasty.”

Pei Dongxing let out a cold laugh.

“So, what you need to do now is to gather all the resources I need, so that I can break through to the Eighth Level Martial Emperor before Li Xuanji and the others. At that time, this world will belong to our Great Yong Dynasty, and this Hundred Dynasties region will also become my Pei Dongxing’s magnificent dynasty!”

“Do you understand?”

A rumbling voice came, and Pei Fengxiang was completely stunned.

He finally understood why the ancestor had killed Heng Tianxiao in the square of Chao Tian City and why he returned to the dynasty, ignoring everything and directly entering seclusion. It turned out that all of this was for this purpose.

Indeed, in the face of a magnificent empire and supreme dynasty, what was a small Heng Tianxiao worth? Moreover, he was a genius with a crippled arm.

Given the strength that the Chen Di Pavilion had displayed in the Demon Secret Realm, even the current ancestor did not have full confidence in suppressing that Chen Di Pavilion. Rather than opposing it and depleting one’s own strength to benefit others, it was better to abandon everything and fight for a brilliant future.

Great Yong Dynasty!

Even Pei Fengxiang, with his usual composure, could not contain his excitement at this moment.

“Disciple understands!”

Respectfully, he knelt on one knee, his face filled with excitement as he withdrew contentedly.

After knowing the ancestor's goal, he had no further dissatisfaction with the ancestor's decision; all he felt was admiration.

Indeed.

As Pei Dongxing had guessed, after emerging from the Demon Secret Realm, Li Xuanji and the others, like Pei Dongxing, made their first move upon returning to their dynasty—entering closed-door training.

Perhaps their thoughts might not align with Pei Dongxing’s intention to achieve a magnificent dynasty, but at the very least, each one wanted to break through to the Eighth Level Martial Emperor realm first and become another defiant Martial Emperor after the Blood Demon Sect’s leader in the Hundred Dynasties.

Southwest of the Hundred Dynasties.

In a lush mountain range, there lay a valley.

The green mountains, flowing streams, stone platforms, and the sound of birds and flowers created a picturesque scene.

This was the ancestral land of the medium-sized force, Xuan Yin Valley, where pavilions rose majestically, adorned with white jade stone steps, grand and magnificent.

“Valley Master!”

At that moment, many strong cultivators from Xuan Yin Valley surrounded the valley. A group of women in white dresses stood there, both old and young, respectfully gazing forward with reluctance.

On the stone platform ahead, the Valley Master of Xuan Yin Valley, Hua Yunfeng, stood with Zhou Zhiwei.

“Everyone, this journey may take an unknown amount of time. When we return, perhaps we can bring you all into the Piao Miao Palace.”