By now, after several thousand years of development, the Ye Family had long become the number one family in the True Martial Realm. It could practically cover the sky with one hand. Naturally, this was thanks to the existence of their old ancestor, Ye Xiwen.
At this point, Ye Xiwen had already become a myth within the True Martial Realm. He had saved the True Martial Realm time and again, and over countless years, he was the first person to step onto the path of Dao Proofing and Becoming God.
Although he had not returned all these years, no one dared doubt his existence. Outsiders constantly entered the True Martial Realm, bringing back news of Ye Xiwen. One earth-shaking event after another—he had slaughtered the peerless geniuses of the outside world until blood flowed like rivers, carrying the dark horse mantle all the way to the end.
Some people even came from distant worlds solely to pay their respects at the sites Ye Xiwen had left behind.
The things Ye Xiwen had once used and the places he had once lived had all become things these pilgrims wished to see.
Especially the younger generation, those who had grown up over these several thousand years. They had practically grown up listening to all manner of legends about Ye Xiwen. In the hearts of the younger generation, Ye Xiwen was simply a legend, a myth.
Yet Ye Xiwen was not actually much older than them. By the standards of the Myriad Realms, they could only be considered members of the same generation, but the distance between them had already become unimaginably vast.
Ye Xiwen could even be mentioned in the same breath as their old ancestors and the elder figures of their sects.
In particular, the branch sect of Yi Yuan Sect