Strong Men of Past and Present

Above the boundless heavens, one, two... nine figures stood. Each radiated endless might, as though they represented the source of the world itself. Yet the man surrounded by them seemed like the king of all creation.

The heavenly tribulation was endless, the sea of tribulation immeasurable. Every blazing bolt of lightning illuminated the cosmos as it streaked across it; the shrieking astral winds could split stars apart one after another; the searing flames could reduce entire continents to ashes... Yet this terrifying combined heavenly tribulation served only as decoration, a backdrop to the battlefield.

The heavenly tribulation continued. The imprints of the powerful figures represented by the Nine Great Dharma Bodies fell beneath Yan Qingshan's fists time and again. Again and again, he shattered the shackles of the world and broke through everything. The sight shook the starry sky and left everyone with indescribably complicated feelings.

"The past is ultimately just the past, while I represent the endless future..."

With every battle, every movement, every step and every punch, Yan Qingshan slowly climbed higher through the endless sea of tribulation. His body was covered in mottled bloodstains, and threads of crimson blood filled with boundless divine radiance dripped down. Wounds covered him from head to toe, giving him an air of heaviness and killing intent.

He appeared to be in a sorry state, yet his eyes remained sharp, as keen as heavenly swords that tore through the void of the cosmos. An overwhelming spirit emanated from him, enough to make people tremble.

The edge of a treasured sword was honed through grinding. He was like a divine sword forged through countless trials, tempered within a furnace-like purgatory, about to unleash the most dazzling brilliance the world had ever seen.

His entire body was wounded, but his eyes gleamed with life.