I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 578 - 463: The Manifestation of the Gate of True Martial

He was grooming his wings; when the True Martial Realm portal appeared, he suddenly raised his head, his golden eyes firmly locked onto the aperture in the sky, a trace of longing flickering within.

"Screech——!"

A piercing eagle’s cry tore through the sky, echoing across the entire Tianshan.

The Cloud Saint’s wings fluttered, transforming into a golden stream of light, shooting straight into the clouds like an arrow released from a bowstring.

His speed reached the extreme, producing countless sonic booms around him, where he passed, snow swept by the air currents, forming a long white trail.

"The sky of the True Martial Realm must be more expansive than this realm!"

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Meanwhile, streams of light shot up from every corner of the Southern Domain, heading straight for the True Martial portal in the sky.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Streams of condensed, tangible energy shot through the clouds, each carrying its unique Martial Arts essence straight to the sky.

Some were hidden old monsters, some renowned Grandmasters, and even some unremarkable wanderers.

All carried a yearning for the True Martial Realm and an unquenchable thirst for eternal life, flying towards that magnificent portal without hesitation.

The entire Southern Domain was plunged into unprecedented excitement due to the appearance of this portal!

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Time passed, above the sky.

Nearly twenty figures stood suspended above the Cloud Sea, their robes fluttering, while the airflow around them trembled incessantly.

Those who reached this place were the top Inner Realm Grandmasters of Southern Heaven, ordinary Outer Realms couldn’t possibly bypass the Nine-layer Gang Qi.

But at this moment, these Grandmasters who usually could change the fate of a land with a word looked as grave as iron, their brows furrowed deeply.

Everyone’s gaze was firmly locked on the suspended portal in the center of the Cloud Sea, immeasurably tall, as wide as mountain ridges stretching across the sky.

An indescribable fearsome pressure emanated from the portal, as if billions of Divine Mountains were pressing down, forming an invisible force field that held all Grandmasters several miles away.

Blocked at this point, more people gathered, and they began to converse.

"Brother Shi Qiu! Long time no see; your Sword Qi soaring, you’ve improved!"

A gentle voice sounded, the speaker donned a blue robe, with a jade flute hanging at his waist, none other than Zhang Xuanqing, known as the "Jade Flute Immortal" who infused music with Martial Arts.

His cultivation of the "Celestial Sound Scripture" can cause primordial energy resonance in Heaven and Earth, killing invisibly.

Shi Qiu Daoist carried an Ancient Sword on his back and chuckled lightly:

"Brother Zhang, you’re too kind; compared to your Divine Techniques that break ten thousand methods with flute sounds, my mediocre skills are not worth mentioning."

Grandmasters nodded to each other with mutual respect, their tone carrying traces of apprehension and appreciation.

Twenty years ago, Martial Arts in the world were dwindling, with merely six Inner Realm Grandmasters and a handful of hidden old monsters, totaling less than ten.

But since that blood rain that covered the earth twenty years ago, a Martial Arts renaissance descended suddenly, primordial energy surged in the world.

Not only did an incomparable master like the Demon Lord emerge, but a massive wave of prodigious figures surfaced.

As of now, there are twenty-two Inner Realm Grandmasters on the Southern Heaven Ranking, each an exceptional authority able to stand alone, having already clashed or cooperated with one another.

Gathering here now, making the atmosphere over the Cloud Sea incredibly lively.

In one corner of the Cloud Sea, three robust presences clustered together, implicitly distant from the human Grandmasters.

Their bodies emanated potent demon energy, yet condensed continuously, clearly already achieved the inner realm as Demon Race Saints.

The one on the left, burly, covered in black mane like ink, eyes like a Copper Bell, was the "Wind-Calling Saint" transformed from a black bear, who can summon fierce winds, move mountains and fill seas, bold yet domineering.

The one in the middle, slender, wearing a blue-black python robe, surrounded by faint water vapor, was the "Sea-covering Saint" transformed from a black python into a Flood Dragon, able to manipulate rivers, lakes, and seas.

The one on the right, slim, dressed in a Golden Robe, a golden wing’s illusory shadow faintly flickering behind, eyes sharp as an eagle, was the "Cloud Saint" evolved from a golden eagle, unmatched speed, golden wings able to tear the sky, perceiving thousands of miles.

In ordinary days, humans and demons tread divergent paths, engaging in constant conflicts, staining countless mountains and rivers with blood.

But at this moment, both human Grandmasters and Demon Race Saints focused all attention on the True Martial portal, surprisingly maintaining peace with no conflict outbreak.

Jade Flute Immortal Zhang Xuanqing’s brows slightly furrowed, his tone carried a trace of anxiety:

"The Demon Lord is yet to arrive! Even the Saint Fist who breaks ten thousand methods with a single punch hasn’t appeared!"

The Demon Lord suppresses an era, recognized as today’s Southern Heaven’s top strongman, even his disciple Saint Fist Yuanji is invincible, unfathomable.

The absence of these two surprised everyone present.

A dead silence hung over the Cloud Sea, only the pressure from the True Martial portal grew increasingly heavy, making their breathing more difficult.

Suddenly, the Meditative Lama, who had been sensing with closed eyes, abruptly opened them, pupils constricting sharply, face changing, solemn voice:

"Not good! The pressure of the True Martial portal is intensifying, it’s madly devouring the primordial energy in Heaven and Earth!"

Everyone’s hearts tightened, they activated their Inner Scenery to sense, indeed detecting that the pressure was increasing at an observable rate.

The originally unbearable force field now even made their bones creak under the strain.

The Meditative Lama’s eyes sharpened, his tone resolute:

"Everyone, with the Demon Lord’s master and disciple yet to arrive, they must have other plans!"