A thousand miles lay sealed in ice.
Ten thousand miles swirled with drifting snow.
Across the boundless snowfield, silver serpents writhed wildly.
A white storm rose upon this wilderness.
A figure in white robes danced his long spear amid the blizzard.
Centered on him,
Within a radius of several dozen zhang,
A massive white hurricane took shape.
Within the hurricane,
There seemed to be a flood dragon.
As though there were a fierce tiger.
The Vermilion Bird spread its martial wings.
The Black Tortoise pressed down upon the earth.
The Four Symbols Divine Beasts formed from astral energy circled Chen Sanshi, leaping joyously, shrieking, dancing wildly, and racing about.
What was a Martial Saint?
A saint among mortals, the pinnacle of martial arts!
A Martial Saint.
The reason they could not advance another step
Was not because Martial Saints were too weak.
It was because this world
Restricted every Martial Saint!
This world, the Eastern Continent, had always been a world where laws were forbidden. Only martial artists could defy heaven and press onward until they reached the summit, using the martial path of the flesh to stand shoulder to shoulder with immortals of the cultivation world!
Any Martial Saint,
Even the weakest Martial Saint, would possess their own unique insight into the martial path.
Chen Sanshi had already
Cultivated here for ten days and ten nights!
Relying on Grain Abstinence Pills, he had not rested for a single moment.
Even Qianxun had voiced concern several times.
Yet Chen Sanshi turned a deaf ear, wholly focused on wielding the Liquan Spear. The True Martial Pill continued to work without end. With every breath, the mixed energy drawn into his body was extracted and catalyzed through his extraordinary meridians and eight channels into astral energy. The astral energy grew ever purer,