Yang Realm, Qing Province. Grand Martial Celestial Venerable was in Qing Province. He was the disciple-grandson of Martial Madman, one of the Yang Realm's supreme experts. Over the long years, aside from an equally formidable enemy, no one had dared provoke Grand Martial Celestial Venerable.
Martial Madman's lineage was terrifying. Anyone who dared lay hands on someone from that lineage would bring about the calamity of their clan's destruction.
But on this day, a rainbow beam flew out of the cosmos and descended directly upon Grand Martial Celestial Venerable's dojo in Qing Province.
"Grand Martial! It has been a long time, old friend!"
Behind Yan Kuan and Yu Shang, Chu Feng's voice was icy. The rainbow beam tore through the Void like a streak of lightning, arriving at Martial Madman's mountain gate not long afterward.
Yang Realm, Qing Province, Martial Madman's dojo. Its mountain gate was lofty, majestic, and grand. Two black peaks stood like walls reaching the heavens, stretching across the mountain range with overwhelming grandeur. They formed two gates that blocked the way, leaving only a single path between them.
The two mountains exuded a frightening aura. Mysterious symbols flickered across them from time to time, hazy and indistinct, releasing wisps of Chaos Qi. This was the manifestation of the mountain-protecting field.
This dojo belonged to Grand Martial Celestial Venerable. As a direct branch of Martial Madman's lineage, his mountain gate was naturally extraordinary, seizing the creation of heaven and earth. Anyone who rashly entered would face a killing danger at every step.
Though the two gatekeeping peaks were black like the bodies of gods and demons, they were also shrouded in surging vital essence. They were truly a rare sacred land.
Golden waterfalls poured down the peaks like strips of silk, rushing and roaring as they descended